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Died a true guardian; Rocket Raccoon x reader

*Author's note*

BEWARE THE ULTIMATE ANGST THAT THIS CHAPTER HAS. CHARACTER DEATH IS SHOWN!!! So I hereby open my snack tray and have boxes of tissues by the plenty in case I end up breaking any hearts in this fic. Like I said this story is a bit longer than the previous story so I hope you all enjoy it just as much and like I said, ANGST, DEATH, HEARTBREAK, RELATIONSHIP ARGUMENTS, ARE ALL in this fic so this will not end in a happy ending (which is why I posted the last one up first before this one).

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"Of all the things in this world you just had to go and do that?!" I snapped.

"What?" Rocket said.

"We had a game plan Rocket. Get the information out of the guy by any means! And you just had to step in too early!"

"He had his hands allover you! What else was I supposed to do!?"

"Let me handle it. I know how to handle myself if a guy gets too handsy with me!"

"Uhh guys can I say something?" Peter spoke up.

"Shut up Quill!" both Rocket and I snapped.

"You've always gotta let your pride and anger take control of you. When will you learn to control that temper of yours Rocket? I have put up with that shit for 2 years since we started dating and 5 years since I've known you and I'm tired of it!"

"Hey, !" At that word, it was just like being shot at (which I have been, multiple times by some of our bounties we've tried to find together before we met up with Quill).

"You did not just say that to me." I muttered.

"Well what other word is there to use? Should've just left you there in that whorehouse to begin with, since that's all you're ever good for." he sneered. I just glared at him and didn't say another word as Quill spoke up again.

"Hey guys, hate to break up this little pow-wow session but our dude we tried to capture, he's popped back up on our radar, but he's not alone this time." Rocket turned away from me and hopped into his chair and said.

"Lock in the coordinates."

"This is my ship you aren't the Captain here." Quill spoke up. But everything else around me just muffled because all I kept hearing were rocket's hurtful words.

He had some nerve to call me that. He should never have brought up my past like that. You maybe asking what he means well long story short ever since my mother died giving birth to me, my father wasn't—well a kind soul. He never once acknowledged me and then once I got old enough, he sold me to a 'prostitute house.'

There I learned how to seduce and swindle men. That's how I actually came across Rocket and Groot—or well they came across me. For you see I wasn't just going to allow men to do whatever it was they felt like they were allowed to do.

I've taken down men 5 times my size with just a kick and the right place for a knife to cause some serious pain without killing them or severing any main arteries.

"(Y/n)?" a soft voice spoke up and I felt a hand touch my shoulder and the voice said again, "You feel—betrayed. Hurt."

"Mantis please take your hand off of me."

"I am sorry. The puppy didn't mean to say those things, I could tell he was just jealous of the fact that Peter choose you to distract our target."

"Well you don't know Rocket like I do. He's a touch shell to crack but I've found the way, and when he talks a certain way to me, he always means it." I said solemnly. I sighed heavily before I asked her, "How's your power to make people feel things coming along?"