Guardian Angel (Guardians Of The Galaxy Fanfiction)

Trust is Precious

Grenade crept forward and his eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room. She saw that someone was sitting on a box in the corner and when he sniffed the air he knew it was Peter. He was thinking about just turning around and finding Ashen but she knew he wanted to make more friends on the team like Ashen had.

However Ashen had a different personality than Grenade. Ashen would try to be friendly to anyone. Grenade was a bit colder and more distant. He trusted few, if any. He didn't like to be dependent on anyone or have anyone who knew much about him. If they knew much about him they're probably think of him as weak.

Today though he was taking a shot in the dark. He knew if he could befriend and even trust Peter then he was working on his path to healing. He took in a raspy breath and drew forward, his paws just grazing the ground.

He twitched his ears as he continued to stalk forward. He walked on two legs and when he finally neared close to Peter. Peter turned his head and took off his headphones. "Hi Grenade. Is there something I can do for you?"

Grenade twitched his ear a bit. "No not yet," he meowed hollowly. He then looked at Peter's device. "Why is that so import to you if you don't mind me asking?"

Peter turned the device in his hands. "My mother gave it to me the day she died," he answered before he looked back to Grenade. "It was one of the things my mother and I shared, a love for older music."

Grenade nodded and continued to eye it intently. "Did you know your father?" He knew it could be a touchy subject but he couldn't help but ask.

Peter shook his head. "No I didn't. I was supposed to but I never met him, you?"

Grenade could tell that question was coming and he cowered a bit. "Y-Yeah I know my father," he stammered a bit as he tensed his body a bit. "He wasn't a great father though. Very um abusive."

Peter's eyes lit a bit in sympathy. "Was it physical?"

Grenade turned his body and showed Peter his shoulders. The long gash from his father was of course still there and Peter held his breath. Grenade then turned back around and looked back to Peter. "Physical and emotional. It could have been worse. He could have killed me."

Peter gave a nod since he wasn't exactly sure how to react to that. He had been beat up as a kid by other kids but never those who loved him or who he loved. He couldn't even fathom how that would feel. He instantly knew Grenade had had an even worse life than he had.

Grenade could tell that Peter was uncomfortable so he chose to change the subject himself. "So what are you listening to?"

Peter smiled and looked down at his player. "Cherry Bomb," he answered before he grabbed the headphones and placed them on Grenade's head. They covered his ear and the music blasted in his ears.

The song began and he enjoyed the melody. He threw his hips a bit and his tail lashed. Peter laughed a bit but Grenade was enjoying it. There were few songs he liked he this was now on his list. He purred and once the song was over Peter took back the headphone and placed them back in his lap.

"Did you like music," he inquired. "I mean you were on Earth a bit longer than me."

Grenade nodded. "Yeah we listened to a lot of music in the lab to keep up our spirits. My favorite was a song called Battle Cry by Imagine Dragons. I'd invite you to listen to it some time."

"Maybe I will," Peter agreed as he looked down. "When we take a trip back to Earth that is."

"If we survive this war then I'll show you all the songs that Ashen and I loved," vowed Grenade as he dipped his head.