When the rest of the Guardians met Max they were just as surprised as the others were. Drax didn't hesitate on asking personal questions like 'how does one procreate with a beast,' to which he got an earful from both Rocket and Peter. Rocket's quarters were a little more cramped now that he had Max's things to deal with, but he could deal with it. When they first took off Max nearly had a heart attack, rushing up to the window of the Benatar to watch the Earth's surface become smaller and smaller.

Rocket couldn't help but smile as he watched her from his chair, the shocked and amazed expression she held as she stared out at the depths of space warmed his heart.

"You think this is cool, wait until we get deeper into space. That's when you'll see the real amazing shit."

Max turned to Rocket and smiled, "I can't wait."

The first couple of days of sailing around space was a little hard for Max, harder then she thought it would be at least. When the reality sank in of them being out in the middle of nowhere and if their ship broke down they'd be stranded in the middle of space, it caused her stomach to churn. She threw up a few times due to space-sickness and it took her some time to adapt to always being surrounded by the darkened mass of space. She worried that maybe she had made a mistake, that maybe she should've stayed on Earth, but when she saw how happy Rocket seemed with the Guardians her worries disappeared.

She would watch as he and Quill would banter, how he'd joke around with Thor, how he would teach Mantis how to shoot, and how he would teach Groot how to build things and repair the ship. He was happy, happier then she had ever seen him. The Guardians were very welcoming to her, in their own ways. Nebula kept her distance but whenever she and Max would make eye contact she would give her a small nod before returning back to her task. Drax asked her lots of questions, most of them being about her relationship with Rocket but he quickly jumped off of that topic when he realized she was a hunter. He spent hours talking about his culture and how he would hunt with his people, all to which Max listened to in fascination.

Drax laughed when she told him she used guns for hunting, he immediately grabbed his daggers and handed one to her, "A true warrior does not use guns, a true warrior uses a sword or dagger!"

That's when he started to train her, he was rough and brutal at times, but it was all so she would get better and become used to the pain. He even once dislocated her shoulder just to pop it back into place. When Rocket heard about the incident he scolded Drax for being so rough, but Max still trained with him. Unlike the others Mantis was very shy, hesitating to talk to her and mainly stayed by Drax's or Nebula's side. After some time she finally began to open up, telling Max about her powers and how she used to live on Egos planet and tend to him. Max would help her with the meals and would tell her stories about Earth, Mantis' favorite stories being the fairytales.

It had been about two weeks and they were still flying around in space. It was Rocket's turn to take the nightshift of piloting, everyone was in bed and he was left to his own devices. Rocket's ears perked up as he heard footsteps behind him, he turned and saw Max walking down the stairs over to him, her hair disheveled as she wore her satin robe.

"Hey sexy," Rocket joked as she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Shut up," she said groggily as she sat against his chair, "I only got about 15 minutes of sleep."

Rocket chuckled, "Missed me?"

Max replied with a sleepy grin, "Maybe."

Rocket smiled as he ran his hands through her hair, trying to untangle the knots, "Well, after tonight I'll be back in bed with you. Who knows, maybe we uh, can do some things."

"I don't know Rocket, I don't want the Guardians to hear us."

He laughed, "You mean hear you."

She nudged him, "Oh please, you can get pretty loud too," she smirked, "Especially when I take control and-"

"Alright, alright," he interrupted, his cheeks darkening, "We'll figure somethin' out."

Max chuckled and rested her head against his leg, feeling comforted by the way he played with her hair. They stared out into space, the stars twinkling in the distance as the ship let out a gentle hum. Max began to narrow her gaze as a green and orange light began to flicker in the distance.

"Rocket, what is that?"

She looked up to see him smile as he stared out the window, "Just keep lookin'."

She turned back to the window, the colors began to come closer and soon reds, pinks, and purples started to collide with the original colors. The mist seemed to flicker as it passed by as if sparkles were embedded into every fiber of the mist. Max watched, her mouth agape as they passed through it, the mist's colors slowly turning into blues, whites, purples, and a type of cyan green. There were even some colors Max couldn't identify, she slowly stood to her feet and walked towards the glass, pressing her hand against it gently.

"Rocket, this is beautiful."

He just continued to smile as he watched, he had seen these mists plenty of times before, but when he was with her it felt brand new.

"Maxie," he breathed, she looked over at him with a curious look, "Come here."

She did as he requested and came back to his side, he leaned up and kissed her gently, just a soft peck before pulling away.

"I love you."

She smiled down at him and cupped his cheek, "I love you too."