Rocket and Max sat at the kitchen table, Max eating her breakfast as Rocket explained a bit about his past. With everything she had told him about hers, well it only seemed fair that he'd reveal a bit of his past to her. He told her about his criminal record, how he met Groot and the Guardians, how they saved the galaxy from both Ronan and Ego, and explained how they met Thor and he met the Avengers, he even told her about Thanos and the Infinity stones. When he explained how Nebula returned without the others he began to choke up, having to pause to calm himself down.

Max just gave him a sympathetic look, her bowl now completely empty and had been for hours due to their conversation. She reached out and gently took his hand into hers, Rocket blushing and tensed a little as his small hand was engulfed in hers. They still didn't discuss what happened the night before, with the kiss. Rocket honestly couldn't stop thinking about it, he'd constantly catch himself staring at her lips as he talked. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't want to do it again, but right now seemed hardly the time for kissing, what with her grieving and all.

"They seemed like nice people," Max whispered, "I'm sorry about what happened to them."

"Yeah," was all Rocket managed to say as he looked down at the table.

"Hopefully the Avengers will figure out a way to fix all of this," she sighed as she let go of Rocket's hand and leaned back against her chair.

He shook his head, "I don't think they will, it's already been a year, Thanos is dead and the stones are gone, I don't think there's any way of undoing this."

"You never know Rocket. Like you said, it's only been a year, it'll probably take them a while to come up with a good plan."

He shrugged, "Maybe, let's just hope I ain't too old to help when they do."

She smiled, "I don't think you will. So, what're you going to do now?"

"Stay with you, obviously."

"Well, yes, I know that, but is there anything you'd like to do?"

"Like what?" He questioned as he cocked his head.

Max's cheeks darkened, "Oh, I don't know, maybe try and settle down, maybe have a family?"

He laughed, "Max, look at me, you really think I'd be able to settle down?"

"You never know, there could be a foxy raccoon rummaging through the trashcan right now," she grinned.

He just scoffed, "Yeah, no, I'm good."

She laughed which caused Rocket to smile, he loved it when she laughed.

"Besides, I'm more into Terrians."

"Terrians?" Max questioned.

"Humans."

Her cheeks became red, "O-Oh, I see."

"What about you?" He grinned, "Do you got any bigs plans?"

She shook her head, "No, I mean, someday I would like to get married and have kids, you know, that whole thing. But for right now I've got nothing, I'll probably just keep hunting and fishing so I can get some money."

He nodded, "Why don't you go to that thing, what is it? College? I hear that that's what most kids your age do."

She just shrugged, "College isn't for me, I struggled a lot in high school, never mind college. Besides, even if I wanted to go I couldn't, I don't have any money and there's no way I'm taking out a loan."

"A loan?"

"Yeah, it's like when you borrow money from the bank and then you pay it back over time with interest."

"Oh, and how much does college cost?"

She thought for a moment, "Well, it depends on what school you go to, for how many years you're going, and what you're majoring in. Sometimes loans can be up to 85K."

He gawked, "Are you serious? You could buy a ship with that type of money."

She nodded, "Yeah, but that's what you gotta do if you want a high paying job. Well sometimes, I know a lot of people make good money in the sewage, logging, and coal industry."

"There you go, you can do that."

She laughed, "No way, I'm perfectly content with what I'm doing now. As long as I can pay for food and the bills I'll be fine," she suddenly frowned, "And Rocket, I want you to stay, but if you do you're going to have to help me with money. Which means you'll have to help me with hunting and fishing."

He nodded, "Figured as much, maybe I could make some guns for you to sell?"

She laughed, "Yeah, like that's what this place needs, guns that'll do twice the damage a normal gun would do."

He smirked, "Well yeah, what's the fun in making normal-ass guns?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe not killing an entire civilization."

He rolled his eyes, "But that's the fun of it, you just don't know how to have fun."

She laughed, "I think I'm starting to realize why you had a criminal record," she then fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. "Tell you what, you can make some guns and then we'll test them. If they're too powerful we're not selling them."

"So we'll keep them?"

She sighed, "As long as you don't blow anything up, then sure."

"Sounds like a good enough deal," he smirked.

"But Rocket, you have to make things we'll be able to sell," Max said in a stern voice.

Rocket raised his hands up defensively, "I will, I will, geez, you sound like a mom."

She grinned, "Which is a good thing if you're going to be acting like a child."

He chuckled before eyeing her clothes, "You better go get changed, I'll clean your bowl."

She smiled and nodded, as she made her way to her room she glanced back at Rocket, she was thankful he decided to stay.