(Spoilers for GotG 2)
Collection of random headcanon-snippets between the new-and-old Guardians:
The Guardians trying really well to behave, until Peter, for whatever reason, gets the absolutely brilliant idea to show Mantis how to steal stuff (“That could be useful for her one day!”). Immediately, Groot insists to tag along because he is old enough to learn, Drax feels compelled to learn, too (“Drax, you’re not stealthy, that’s not a good idea… ah, forget it.”) and Rocket helps out with tips himself.
Gamora stays behind, pressing a hand to her forehead because she just knows that this will end in big, big trouble. When Kraglin sniggers, just a quick short thing, the sound dimmed as if he is trying to smother it, she shoots him a look.
He catches the glance and cracks a smile. “What?”
“I’m blaming Peter’s upraising for this.”
“You, too,” Gamora tries her best to stay serious, but the way the other’s eyes crinkle in silent laughter and flash with barely withheld pride and amusement makes her want to smile, too. “And you’re not even sorry for it.”
(They end up running, yelling at each other as they flee, laughing in between as they stumble and help each other up again and Gamora grumbles half-heartedly that she knew this would happen, and Kraglin teases Peter about getting rusty at stealing, and Rocket insists they should go back and fight, that would be fun – it’s an absolute mess, and they are having the time of their lives.)
The Guardians being in the middle of a situation that requires Rocket’s help, and Rocket being like, “No, no, you said I have to lay low, I’m doing just that now-…”
“Rocket,” Peter says absolutely calm, smiling as if they aren’t in the middle of a tricky situation, “Wanna blow up some stuff?”
“… Are you serious?” Rocket squints at him, suspicious, before he turns to the others. “Is he serious?”
“I fear he is.”
“’e’s being completely serious.”
Rocket looks from the others to Peter and back, before he starts smiling, all glinting teeth and snarl packed into a crazy joyous grin. “Oh yeah, now we’re talking, Star Munch!”
“I’m probably going to regret that,” Peter says to no one in particular as they fling themselves into it, uncoordinated but efficient as ever.
Perter and Kraglin end up getting so drunk one night, reminiscing on their lost family members, that they sleep curled up on the floor, waking up with one hell of a hangover the next day.
It’s only made worse by Gamora popping her head into the room to tell them that “Rocket is building a bomb at the kitchen table again, and he isn’t listening to me.”
Peter groans and kicks Kraglin in the shin to get his attention, hearing a mournful grunt for his work „Kraglin, go stop him“
“It’s yer crazy friend, ye go stop ‘im,” comes the mumble reply, Kralgin’s forearm still firmly pressed over his eyes to shield out the light.
“I’m your Capt’n…”
“I regret that.“
Another kick. “…you have to do as I say, that’s how this works.”
“Ain’t anything workin’ as long as I feel ready to throw up.”
Peter grunts, kicks a third time – Kraglin kicks back – and rolls to his stomach to get up. Somebody has to keep the ship from blowing up, after all.
He still has the glorious idea to grip the older’s ankles and drag him along the ground as he marches out of the room, earning loud cussing and multiple kicks for that.
All of the Guardians being completely exhausted because teenage-Groot is just not listening to anyone, and Rocket, at the end of his rope, grumbles, “How long does it take until children are finally grown up?!”
“In Pete’s case?” Kraglin asks, tipping his head back tiredly to look at the other. “Twenty-six years or so, an’ still countin’”
“Oh harr, harr, Kraggles, really,” Peter half-heartedly throws something in the other’s direction, but he’s grinning himself while everyone else bursts out laughing, immediately feeling better.
Mantis is so excited about everything and anything in the universe that she somehow managed to get into trouble with people who didn’t like to be all but clung to by the bug-girl just because she wanted to see how different species’ emotions feel to her as an empath. Mantis is really bummed out because they had gotten into a shouting match with those people – Peter yelling back at them, Rocket snarling and Drax ready to start a fist-fight – and she feels like it’s her fault.
It’s weighing all of them down to see Mantis so sad, until Groot has the brilliant idea – “I am Groot!”
“What?!” Rocket snaps, head whirling so fast his spine makes a cracking sound. “No. No way in friggin’ hell!”
“That’s actually a good idea,” Peter ponders, holding up his hands in defense when Rocket snarls at him. “It is!”
“You shut up or I bite you!”
“Rocket. It’s for Mantis. Look at her.”
“You know, I think she’s crying.”
“I am Groot?”
“Yeah, I totally agree with you Groot, she is crying.”
“Oh fine! But you all owe me!”
And Rocket slinks over to Mantis, gruffly and grumbling telling her that she can pet his fur if she wants to. Only a bit though! And only until she’s better!
Mantis squeals in happiness when she realizes it’s for real and she ends up not only petting, but also brushing Rocket’s fur with a brush that Gamora brought her. Groot happily joins, musing Rocket’s fur, and Drax sits next to them, petting the raccoon’s head from time to time, and somehow, miraculously, all of the Guardians end up close by, listening to music or just resting, lazy banter traveling from one side to the other, all of them absentmindedly petting the raccoon once or twice – at least.
Rocket doesn’t bite them. He even stops complaining a while in.
He wouldn’t tell them that it’s actually nice, though.