Four times Peter comforted his team and one time they comforted him.
Hey guys! IHTHT here! I know I said I'd do some other stuff, but I live in the moment, so I'll do it later.
Hikaru and Kouru muses (in sync): Sounds like procrastination to us.
Me: I don't remember giving you two permission to be in the author's note.
Hikaru and Kaoru muses: So? Would you deny us a chance to have fun?
Me: No...
Hikaru and Kaoru muses: Well then, you'll leave us alone.
Me: Okay...
Hikaru and Kaoru muses: IHTHT doesn't own GOTG, doesn't own us either but that's irrelevant. Enjoy!
When Peter reached for Rocket's sleeping form he was relaxed, so he was not prepared for the blinding speed at which he moved. Nor was he prepared for the baring of tiny yet razor sharp teeth or the sudden exposure of gleaming claws attached to furry fingers that were currently wrapped around the cold, metal hilt of a gun bigger than the creature wielding it. "What the hell was that!" Rocket screamed, shooting out from under the covers , awaking Groot in the process, who let out a slightly annoyed huff before falling back asleep. "You were yelling, " Peter explained, "So naturally you were the only one asleep, well you and little man here." He said gesturing to the treeman, who because of his now small size* needed more sleep than usual. "Yeah, guess he's used to it by now." He mumbled. "Hey," Peter asked suddenly, "What do you dream about?"
"Hmm? What makes my dreams your business?"
"Well, aside from the fact that no one on this ship sleeps because of them, nothing. Im just curious."
"Well, don't be" Rocket sneered. "It's of no concern to any of you." He turned away. "Tell the others they can get to bed, you can too, for that matter." He walked over to one of the many unfinished bombs littering the floor of his room and said, "Besides, I've got a explosive to finish."
Peter looked at the raccoon with pity thay he was glad Rocket couldn't see (he would have torn him apart had he known.) And replied, "And leave you tinkering unsupervised? Not a chance. When we wake up you'll have taken the Milano apart." Rocket scoffed, "Yeah right, I do it every time I can't sleep and the ship's still here ain't it?" Peter stored this information for later and pressed on. "And how often exactly does this happen?"
"Eh, five or six times a week" Rocket admitted sheepishly, "But it's fine! Really."
"Yeah, no." Qill stated firmly. "Look next time this happens, you come to me, okay? No exceptions." Rocket stared at him like he was mad. "Do ya really think that's gonna do anything?" He asked snidly, "If company helped I would sleep with Groot." Peter chuckled softly, "No you wouldn't, you're to proud. And you wouldn't want to wake him with your thrashing." He pointed out, he stood and walked to the door. "See ya in the mornin'!" He said cheerfully and left, leaving the stunned raccoon sitting among the large bombs.
The next night Peter was surprised to hear no noise from Rocket's room. Nothing. That was unusual in itself, there was always something going on in there. Be it the clanking of metal on metal or yells and snores the racconoid's room was never quiet. He was even more surprised to see said racconoid pad into his room with his head down, embarrassed. "You said next time it happened..." Quill laughed lightly and moved over on the bed and Rocket scrambled up the bed and curled up at his feet, like those cats on his home planet. He smiled and lay back, they were both asleep in minutes and for the first time since the team was formed, no screaming was heard on the Milano all night.