27. "What are friends for?" – ft. Rocket Raccoon and Peter Quill, + Gamora & baby Groot
They were protecting the Galaxy, because they were the Guardians of the Galaxy and wanted to keep the Galaxy safe. Yep. Totally believable. Rocket fiddled with the bionic tail, wondering it he could make the end into a laser cannon. Probably, if I had the right parts… "Quill! We need to go save some place that gives away spare parts as thank-you's!" He expected to hear a witty comment, but it was then that Rocket realised he heard nothing.
The raccoon looked up, tilting his head, "Quill! Almighty Star Lord, Defender of the Galaxy! Do you even hear me, man?" Why isn't he playing that damn music of his? Peter usually had it playing just about twenty-four seven through the Milano speakers. "Quill!" He looked over to where Groot was playing on a Tamagotchi – it was some Terran game small enough for Groot to use while he was a midget tree. "Where did Quill go, buddy? And where's his music?" Groot looked up and seemed to note the lack of music too. He looked at Rocket with wide eyes.
"Groot?"
Rocket bristled, "I don't want his damn music back on, I just wanna know where Quill is and what's so far up his behind that he turned off his beloved David Bowie." Huffing, Rocket stood, dropping the bionic tail back into his box of things, heading towards the pilot bay. When he realised Quill wasn't there, he searched the ship, but couldn't find him.
"Where's Quill?" He questioned Gamora, causing her to frown, putting down her holo-book.
"Didn't you hear? Our last attackers managed to partially destroy his tape-player. He has gone on a short journey to the nearest technologically-advanced planet to see if they can fix it."
Upon hearing the news, Rocket went back to his arm, feeling odd at the news. He could have brought it to me, the raccoon thought strangely, I could have fixed it. When Peter returned though, he wasn't happy. Far from it.
"Just go away, Rocket!" Peter shouted as he curled up in the pilot's seat. Rocket raised a brow, looking down at the tape-player in his hands, before reaching out and, before Peter could react, snatching it away, running off. "Rocket? Rocket, give that back! Please!"
Rocket let him chase him all over the ship, completely focused on fixing the player in his hands. Peter didn't even realise what was going on until Rocket suddenly stopped, turning around and holding it up, smug.
"You know, if you had come to me, I could have fixed it up right away. It's just a little graze – the pieces were a bit jumbled about, out of place. And might I meant, I'm the only one nearby who can work with Terran technology? It's primitive! It takes special skill to work with something so simple!" Peter looked between Rocket and the machine with wide eyes.
"It works?"
"If it doesn't, I'll make it," Rocket swore, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well go on! Test it!" Peter was still for barely another second, before he hurried to put one of his precious tapes inside it, plugging in his headphones. He clicked the play button, and Rocket rolled his eyes as the first strains of Moonage Daydream reached his super-ears. Peter started jumping around a little, mouthing the words before spinning and putting it off, pushing off his headphones.
"You're the best, Rocket!"
Rocket rolled his eyes.
"What are friends for?"