Rocket grit his teeth slumped in the hospital bed.
Stupid mission.
They'd been escaping the ruin with the artifact, until a piece of shrapnel had found its way in Rocket's leg.
Thus, the stupid hospital.
He was beyond bored, tense and quite frankly scared.
Why in the galaxy was the hospital like a operation room?!
Suddenly the door to his room opened and Rocket tensed.
Peter walked in, worry reflecting his eyes.
"Hey Ranger," Rocket rolled his eyes, but let Peter continue, "Thought you might be bored so I brought some tinkering "stuff".
Rocket grinned at the gun Peter and he had been working on.
"Here," Peter placed a bag full of parts and the gun, on the bedside and turned to leave.
"Wait" Rocket muttered, fiddling with the sheets. Peter turned back around.
The raccoon looked up. "Uh, you looked bored… so uh you wanna stay and help? I need someone to help pass me the parts…my damn arm wont stop-"
"Sure," Peter's one word stopped Rocket's rambling.
Both tried to notice how one another's eyes brightened.
Half an hour later, Drax walked in to find Rocket and Peter leaning over, heads close, working on a worrisome looking mechanism.
