waking up on the station hadn't come with any real kind of a reaction. sure, it's not where he's meant to be. isn't in the forests of wakanda; the empty patch where he last stood. where rocket had ultimately ended up nodding off, surrounded by leaves. by twigs.
dust.
the voice calling through the comm device is completely ignored as rocket ends up heading off to find somewhere else to hole up for the time being. he wants to stop hearing his voice. stop hearing his final word. his plea for help.
his own failure at protecting the only family he's ever known.
at some point, tucked away from the rest of the station, he manages to pass out again--]
Days Two and Three.
[he doesn't emerge from his hiding place (a disused storage locker) until a couple of days later, his fur matted, tail dragging along the floor as he forces himself to move again. it'd taken all that time to work though his own thoughts. to come to the realization that he can't give up without a fight. he wouldn't want groot to do it if their roles were reversed here, so he can't afford to let his friend down now.
following his nose, rocket makes his way to the mess hall, his only issues with finding food there coming from his own lack of height. but it's a problem he's already long grown used to, and a quick drag of a chair over to the replicator has him filling his plate with a mountain of...something he believes is meat.a few sniffs later, and he's over in the far corner of the mess hall as he fills up on food and water.
now might not be a good time to interrupt. but once his plate is empty, go for it.]
Day Four.
[its been over half a week since he first arrived, and rocket has already made sure to take full advantage of the, supposedly newly discovered, map of the station. he's wandered the hallways, putting pictures to the names, visiting each location so he can try to build his own mental map of the place. pieces of tech have been scavenged, out of order machinery taken apart so he can find parts to build something new.
there's no point letting it all go to waste afterall.
day four has him a lot more alert than he's been so far, and while he'll never be anywhere close to normal again, he's at least prepared to start making an effort. to work out how he can pitch in to the escape effort. afterall, it's impossible to enact bloody revenge when you're who knows how far away from home.
twenty-three prison breaks under his belt. this station is going to be number twenty-four.
thanos is going to pay.
...and so is that electrical panel that just tried to fucking electrocute him.
anyone who approaches him on this day will find rocket either elbows deep in a maintenance hatch, surrounded by broken down machinery, or, on more than one notable occasion, passed out with a wrench held tightly in one hand after having attacked a piece of machinery that he wanted for himself.]
Day Five.
[on his fifth day, rocket manages to secure a room for himself. a place to store all his parts so no one else thinks of taking anything for themselves. never mind that he stole them all in the first place. it's only once everything is moved there that he finds his communicator again, and he finally decides to take the initiative.
good luck, reverie terminal.]
voice post - un: rocket
So-- Anybody got any shit that needs fixin'? Or anything broke that you don't need. Name's Rocket and I'm here to take it off your hands.
[and that would be it, except...]
Fuck it. Anyone here heard of The Guardians of the Galaxy? Or, uh...what the fuck did they call themselves? [mutter mutter. oh right!] The Avengers. Some Terran group of assholes who called themselves heroes back on their planet.
[sorry, avengers, but guess who's still trying to deal with losing his best friend-slash-son. much easier to blame it on the people he can punch rather than the one guy who can unmake you with a snap of his fingers.]
If any of you are here, head to the mess hall. I ain't got all day.
[and then that's it. the feed is cut, and he's getting back to taking apart a malfunctioning replicator. might as well make himself useful while he waits.]
rocket | mcu (post-infinity war)
Day One.
waking up on the station hadn't come with any real kind of a reaction. sure, it's not where he's meant to be. isn't in the forests of wakanda; the empty patch where he last stood. where rocket had ultimately ended up nodding off, surrounded by leaves. by twigs.
dust.
the voice calling through the comm device is completely ignored as rocket ends up heading off to find somewhere else to hole up for the time being. he wants to stop hearing his voice. stop hearing his final word. his plea for help.
his own failure at protecting the only family he's ever known.
at some point, tucked away from the rest of the station, he manages to pass out again--]
Days Two and Three.
[he doesn't emerge from his hiding place (a disused storage locker) until a couple of days later, his fur matted, tail dragging along the floor as he forces himself to move again. it'd taken all that time to work though his own thoughts. to come to the realization that he can't give up without a fight. he wouldn't want groot to do it if their roles were reversed here, so he can't afford to let his friend down now.
following his nose, rocket makes his way to the mess hall, his only issues with finding food there coming from his own lack of height. but it's a problem he's already long grown used to, and a quick drag of a chair over to the replicator has him filling his plate with a mountain of...something he believes is meat.a few sniffs later, and he's over in the far corner of the mess hall as he fills up on food and water.
now might not be a good time to interrupt. but once his plate is empty, go for it.]
Day Four.
[its been over half a week since he first arrived, and rocket has already made sure to take full advantage of the, supposedly newly discovered, map of the station. he's wandered the hallways, putting pictures to the names, visiting each location so he can try to build his own mental map of the place. pieces of tech have been scavenged, out of order machinery taken apart so he can find parts to build something new.
there's no point letting it all go to waste afterall.
day four has him a lot more alert than he's been so far, and while he'll never be anywhere close to normal again, he's at least prepared to start making an effort. to work out how he can pitch in to the escape effort. afterall, it's impossible to enact bloody revenge when you're who knows how far away from home.
twenty-three prison breaks under his belt. this station is going to be number twenty-four.
thanos is going to pay.
...and so is that electrical panel that just tried to fucking electrocute him.
anyone who approaches him on this day will find rocket either elbows deep in a maintenance hatch, surrounded by broken down machinery, or, on more than one notable occasion, passed out with a wrench held tightly in one hand after having attacked a piece of machinery that he wanted for himself.]
Day Five.
[on his fifth day, rocket manages to secure a room for himself. a place to store all his parts so no one else thinks of taking anything for themselves. never mind that he stole them all in the first place. it's only once everything is moved there that he finds his communicator again, and he finally decides to take the initiative.
good luck, reverie terminal.]
voice post - un: rocket