How about a little fic where Rocket, Groot, and Tony are geeking out over the Iron Man suit (and Tony can totally understand Groot) while Peter stands off to the side in amusement/joy at the sight of his boyfriend and family being total dorks before joining them in the conversation or just standing behind Tony and wrapping his arms around him and snuggling up while listening to the nerdy engineers go at it?
A/N: This drabble doesn’t contain any plot spoilers for GOTG 2; however, it does spoil an after credit scene. Proceed with caution.
“Not bad for something made on this backwater planet.” Rocket stroked his chin as he looked over the hologram blueprints for Tony’s latest Iron Man suit. He grabbed one of the suit’s arms and eyed the repulsor. “Could be better though.”
“Excuse you?” Tony said snidely, holding the tablet Peter had given him, which was loaded with as much information on the most badass technology in the universe.
Peter sat back in one of his boyfriend’s lab chairs, sipping what Tony swore was a recreation of the Squeezeit drinks he used to have in his lunchbox when he was a kid. He didn’t remember the drink being so sugary, and he was having a hard time drinking it now.
“I’m not saying you did a bad job. You did as good a job as you could have, considering all you had was crap.”
“I am Groot.” Groot never looked up from his video game. Groot used to be intrigued by Tony’s lab, but ever since Tony banned Groot from playing with anything flammable, Groot had taken to finding a corner in Tony’s lab and playing whatever handheld video game he had in his possession.
“Don’t you start with me, sapling.” Tony wagged his finger at Groot, smiling the whole while. He knew exactly what kind of reaction he was going to get out of the angsty teenager.
“I am Groot!”
“Right, right. You’re not a sapling. How about ‘sprout?’”
“I am Groot!”
Groot hunched his shoulders and glued his gaze onto his video game, refusing to talk to Tony anymore.
Tony chuckled. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that.”
“And to think people call me an asshole. At least I’m not picking on kids.” Rocket picked up a screwdriver from one of Tony’s toolboxes and without any warning started taking apart the armor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Tony flung himself over the top half of the armor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Rocket shrugged. “What? I’m doing you a favor. I’m upgrading your armor.”
Tony shook his head. “Not without telling me in exact detail what it is you’re going to do.”
Rocket sighed. “Fine. Pull up a chair while I explain it to you, primate.”
Tony grumbled something that Peter was unable to hear from his location, but Tony did as Rocket asked and plopped himself in the nearest chair. Rocket then dragged the hologram showing the blueprint of the armor forward and had the hologram zoom in and out of pieces of the armor Rocket wanted to improve. At first he spoke slowly and deliberately, like he did with Groot when Groot was still young. However, once Tony started butting in with his own thoughts, Rocket picked up the pace, and soon the two were working on building a completely new suit of armor.
The sight of Tony working with Rocket–Peter’s family–warmed something in Peter. He felt like he was high, and he wasn’t going to come down from the rush anytime soon.
He set down his drink and walked over to Tony.
With the sound of his footsteps as his only warning, Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulder from behind.
Tony paused in what he was saying to look behind him. He smiled when he saw it was Peter.
Peter returned the grin, his happiness doubling.
“I am Groot,” Groot groaned and rolled his eyes.
“You’re going to have to learn about the birds and bees some time, kid,” Tony hollered at Groot.
Groot sneered. “I am Groot.”
Tony clutched Peter’s arm and laughed at whatever Groot had said.
The moment was pretty damn close to perfect, and Peter loved it.