Rocket didn't like Lotus. Or so he said. He watched as Groot played with the baby on the floor, showing her some flowers like roses and tulips from his arm. He was probably trying to teach her the importance and beauty of plants from a young age. Rocket couldn't blame him. The tree was doing a greater good. It was IT he was worried about. Yes, he referred to Lotus as IT. Why? Because she didn't seem to like him. So he won't like her either, even if she was a baby. Lotus glared at the raccoon whenever she put eyes on him. He could smell it on her. She was going to be one hell of a troublemaker like her dad.

And that was never good.

He was grateful she didn't approached him, is like if she knew he didn't want to be bothered by IT. Also, he would never admit he felt a little bit intimidated by her pink eyed glared. It's like he said the day she arrived. Her stare will probably kill when she grows older. Sometimes she never blinked at all!

It's been a full month since her arrival and he had to hand it to Peter. He was a natural when it comes to babies. Weird, right? But it was true. Sometimes she cried just to get her daddy to hold her. Or for food. Change of diapers. Or just to see what Drax was doing. But mostly for her daddy to hold her. But that didn't change his opinion that Peter was a dick.

Rocket decided to keep his attention back to the matter at hand: fixing a transmitter. It wasn't that hard, but today was freaking boring so he just decided to take his time.

He felt IT's glare. Right there. IT was getting closer. Using her arms to pull herself towards him. Crawling at such young age. He looked at his right side and found IT sitting beside him. Glaring at his face. With those pink eyes…

"What do you want, IT? Glare at me? 'Cause is what you do."

Her frown deepened. Now that IT did that, IT looked like Peter when he was frowning at somebody. Yep. Daddy's girl.

"Seriously, is that what you are going to do all day? Glare?" Rocket said. He heard Groot chuckling at the other side of the room. His ears fell back in frustration. Groot stopped chuckling, but he was still smiling.

"I am Groot."

"Of course IT's cute. Cuteness it's her lethal weapon! Damn you, Groot." He turned his attention back to IT, who stopped glaring at him. He folded his ears up straight. "Why are you not glaring now?"

IT glared again. Rocket raised an eye brow in confusion. He heard Groot chuckling again but didn't paid attention to the tree. He wanted to test something. He folded his ears back again. IT stopped glaring. It was the ears! IT was glaring at the ears, not him! He set them up straight again. IT frowned. He folded them back again. IT stopped glaring. Instead, IT raised a tiny hand reaching for his ears. Rocket looked at the baby in hesitation for a second and slowly lowered his head in her direction.

IT touched his ears and giggled. He folded his ears, their tips touching her face. IT giggled even more. So he continued their little game until IT grew tired of it and crawled back towards Groot, eventually sleeping in his arms.

"I am Groot."

"Yeah, IT is cute." He frowned. "But if you tell Peter, I'll-"

"No need to." Peter walked into the room. "I saw your whole little game. I guess you also discovered why she glares at you so freaking much."

"Fuck you."

"Likewise." Peter picked Lotus from Groot's arms. "Now I'll have to get her to her crib. See ya'."

Rocket glared at Peter until he left the room.

"I am Groot."

"IT's not my niece!"

"I am Groot…"

"Alright, maybe I have SOME affection for IT, but that's it."

He returned back to fix his gun. But suddenly, it was not as entertaining as playing with… IT.