"You have to return it to its mother!" Peter yelled at Rocket, the small being frowned as he turned to look at him and growled as the small pink fleshy thing's lip started to wobble threatening another wailing scream from it's mouth.

"I'm not the one who found it, Groot found it!"

"I am Groot." He told them as he held the baby that looked at big as him

"And he said we can't the mother is died…wait dead?" He turned and looked at the tree, who stands a little taller than Rocket "You didn't say he was dead?"

"I heard what he said." Peter groaned and ran his hands down his face as he picked up the baby and sat him on the table and looked him over apart from a few stray leaves from Groot and a small cut on the boy's face he looks just like a normal human child part from the really bright green eyes. "Wait did you say his mother was a he?"

Gamora walked in from her sleeping bay frowning as his spot the baby; she raised an eye brow as she looked at Peter "Something you want to tell me Peter?" She asked with a smirk as he walked over to them.

"Groot found him and I'm just warping my head around the fact his mother was a he, you sure it wasn't the dad?" He asked the growing tree.

"I am Groot."

"Say he didn't look like the father doesn't mean he isn't or that he wasn't a brother or…or... Why are you looking at me like that?" Peter asked, Gamora sighed and pattered Peter's shoulders, he notices that she was wearing one of his T- shirt and it made him smile as toddler Groot wanted a hug.

"You never came cross a frost giant?" She asked, she picked up Groot and held him on her hip as she looked at Peter with an raised eye brow, as Rocket groaned at term and let out a wince and a growl as the baby pulled his furry.

"Stop that!" He snapped.

"I've heard of the term but never met one why?" The baby babbled and made grabby motion to Rocket, who moved out of the arm reach of the baby before he loses more fur.

"Be lucky not to." Rocket told him "But we cannot return it to them." He said,

"Why?" Peter asked, he often wondered why it feels like pulling teeth when talking to them, he just wants to know why it's a bad idea to return this baby to its planet where his mother is from.

"He's a runt, look at him he's small and tiny and by the sounds of it so was the mother. Most are killed when they are born because they are so small, but some are sold because they are different from their larger counter parts." Gamora said, as she looked at the baby who was also asking for a hug, sighed and picked up the baby in her other arms and turned to Peter who was trying not laugh at hold the two toddlers.

"Wait isn't frost giants meant to be blue with red eyes?" He asked her, as she pushed the baby into his arms. Peter looked down at it and saw the bright green eyes look up at him and started to babble at him as if Peter was meant to know what he was talking about.

"They sometimes turn peach." She shrugged the best she could with Groot resting his head there.

"So what do we do with him?" He asked.

"I am groot." The tree yelled happily,

"We are not keeping him."