Red's ears pricked and she held up her head to look at the person that just woke her up. It was Gamora, who was climbing into bed. Red gave a small smile and laid her head back down. She felt something scratch the back of her ears and smiled again, knowing it was Gamora. Red fell back to sleep soon after Gamora did.

* * *

Peter, Drax, and Rocket were the only ones still up, Baby Groot had fallen asleep. Rocket currently had custody over Groot for the time being.

"So, furball, when did you start liking Red?" Peter asked, still flying the ship.

"Who said that I liked her?" Rocket said.

"Well, one, you don't really call her any nicknames or cuss at her usually." Peter said.

"And we saw that you kissed her while she was sleeping." Drax added.

"So what? I kinda like her, and your point is what? Do I have to marry her now? Are we supposed to have kids or somethin'?" Rocket snapped.

"Whoa man, you need to take a chill pill." Peter said.

"We are just curious of your intentions with the female whatever that thing is supposed to be." Drax said.

"It's a fox, Metaphor." Peter said. Drax rolled his eyes at the nick name.

"I've liked her ever since she walked in. . . when she started talking and showin' her personality more, it made me like her even more." Rocket admitted, looking down at the floor. "She just. . .she's been through the same shit I have. Being the experiment in the lab. It's just, I don't know, nice, that I have someone to relate to? I don't know. I just know that she deserves someone better than an alcoholic, tinkering, trigger happy raccoon thing."

It was silent for a couple moments.

"Rocket, I believe that you deserve her." Drax said. Rocket looked at the muscular alien, surprised.

"What?"

"Rocket, you've been through so much shit, let's be honest here. You life kinda sucks but you live it alright. You're basically always running from the police, and you ever rarely catch a break. So, with that being thrown at you, I also think that you deserve Red." Peter said. Rocket looked back at the floor thinking about what to say.

"You guys are'a bunch'a real jackasses." He finally said. Rocket sighed, "But, you really help me out. . .and I think you guys are right." Rocket looked back up at his two comrades.

"So tomorrow, you're gonna tell her."

"What?! Hell no!"

"But wasn't that whole conversation about you telling her?" Drax said, confused.

"Look, I'm not ready yet. Plus, I don't even know if she likes me back!"

"I'm pretty positive she likes you back. She basically confessed it at the bar, man. I am betting 10 units on it." Peter said.

"You jackass, I'm not ready to tell her about how I feel. It's awkward. It's awkward just talking about it now." Rocket huffed. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'll tell her then."

"You asshole! Why would you do that?!"

"She deserves to know, that's why." Peter said.

"Not yet! I want to tell her, it's my problem, not yours!" Rocket was about to launch at Peter, getting really mad. But Drax stepped in.

"There is no need for this fighting. Rocket can admit his feelings toward the red animal when he believes the time is right." Drax said getting between their chairs.

"Damn straight I will." Rocket huffed, crossing his arms.

"But-"

"No, the raccoon will handle his own affairs." Drax turned and left the room.

"It's your fault we got yelled at." Rocket said to Peter, his arms still crossed.

"My fault!"