Marvel Imagines

Weapons Shutdown | Rocket Raccoon

The Guardians of the Galaxy were on another galaxy-saving mission.
Your job was simple, disable the enemy's weapons array.
Your shoes slipped into any crevice they found on the wall as you pulled yourself up; scaling the wall until you found the panel that would knock out the weapons.
"Guys I've got the–" you didn't finish the statement; mainly because you were busy shrieking as you slid down the wall, blasts echoing in the space around you as a few guards had you surrounded in a tight semi-circle.
"Y/n?" you heard Peter question in a worried tone; no doubt because you'd screamed before you could finish talking.
The guards surrounding you shouted something in a language you didn't understand and raised their guns.
Your eyes widened as you heard a few shots go off, but you remained unharmed. The guards fell to the ground, and Rocket stood behind them with his blaster smoking.
"Told them not to mess with us." Rocket stated, turning around to go find Groot.
"Thanks, Rocket!" you called after him, knowing he was probably more worried than he'd let on.
You climbed back up the wall and used a screwdriver to open the panel and a knife to cut the wires, effectively shitting down the weapons system.