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Hello my wonderful readers! It's awesome to have you back, considering I've taken forever to update this FanFiction (*ahem* and many others). BUT I'm finally back in the zone and ready to write! I also feel pretty proud of this chapter :) Also, a few things before this chapter begins:

1. The picture above is the outfit from the early chapters and was worn by (Y/N) through GotG Vol 1, GotG Vol 2, Infinity War, AND the beginning of Endgame. After the five year 'blip', I noticed Rocket, and a couple others, changed their outfits. So I wanted (Y/N) to have a change as well. Here are couple of examples of what I thought (Y/N)'s 'post-blip' outfit would look like (use black and any other colour you like):

Not the exact same to these ones, just the same concept. You wanted to be comfortable throughout the boring and depressing five year period. You can remove, add, and/or change anything you want because you are (Y/N). Completely up to you :) Same mask in the very first picture, though.

2. The fun part, your wings. The following image is what was shown in the very first chapter.

You have the same wings, but only the difference is that they've become a really dark grey, but that's only because of the stress and lack of movement. They'll eventually go back to fully black, trust me.

3. Now, ANOTHER fun part. Throughout the five year blip, you, Rocket and Nebula have gotten closer than ever. Well, as close as Nebula can get to anyone. You also tried to find ways to pass the time. And one way with that was getting a tattoo. Or multiple. It's your choice on how many you have but there's one specific tattoo that has to be included:

Rocket chose this for you because of both of your love for guns, and the wings symbolising freedom (and maybe just because you have wings lol). This tattoo is special to you and Rocket because it's a symbol of your love for each other, but to everyone else, it's just a cool tattoo. It's something for you and Rocket to share, just you two. A meaning that you and Rocket can keep secret. This was especially special to Rocket, due to his views on others knowing much about your relationship. And you respected that. 

It's located wherever you want. If I bring it into the story later and the location is chosen, I'm sorry. Comment here where you want it to be. 

4. Your weapons. In the first two pictures in this chapter, they both have similar knives, so you still have them. Your self-made rifle is still with you and your hand gun has never left your side. 

Now that everything has been explained, let's head on with the chapter... shall we. 

{FIVE YEARS LATER}

Everything was different. On every planet, misery was seen in everyone. Thanos had succeeded. He wiped out 50% of all living creatures in the entire universe and beyond. The Guardians and Avengers made it their goal to help anyone in need, on Earth and any other planet they were able to reach. Every so often, a lot of them would check in on a group call and explain what they were doing and how well it was going. 

"Yeah. We boarded that highly suspect warship Danvers pinged." Rocket explained. 

"It was an infectious garbage scow." Nebula added. 

"So, thanks for the hot tip." Rocket gestured towards Captain Marvel who was on a call as a hologram along with Rocket, Nebula, (Y/N), Okoye, Carol, Rhodes, each on different servers, depending on their location. Nebula, Rocket and (Y/N) were on the same server. 

"Well, you were closer." Carol replied. 

"Yeah. And now we smell like garbage." Rocket protested. 

"You get a reading on those tremors?" Black Widow asked Okoye. 

"'Twas a mild subduction under the African plate." Okoye assured. 

"Do we have a visual? How are we handling it?" 

"Nat. It's an earthquake under the ocean. We handle it... by not handling it." 

"Carol, are we seeing you here next month?" 

"Not likely." Carol said as an apology. 

"What? You gonna get another haircut?" Rocket asked sarcastically. (Y/N) sometimes felt bad about hitting the back of Rocket's head so much. But when he said stuff like this, the guilt disappears almost instantly. Only lightly, but yes, she did it again. 

"Listen, fur-face." Carol started while also subconsciously thanking (Y/N) for placing the gentle smack on the racoons head. "I'm covering a lot of territory. Things that are happening on Earth are happening everywhere. On thousands of planets." 

"All right, all right. That's a good point. That's a good point." Rocket muttered as he nodded to himself. 

"So, you might not see me for a long time." Carol said in a low voice back to Natasha. 

"Alright. Uh, well. This channel's always active. So, if anything goes sideways, anyone's making trouble where they shouldn't... comes through me." Natasha ordered nicely. Everyone replied, each agreeing to her command. "All right." Natasha said once more before everyone began to leave the call. 

"Good luck." Carol directed to Rhodes, who stayed on the call once everyone else had disconnected. 

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Rocket, (Y/N) and Nebula were on the Milano, desperately trying to remove the smell from themselves and their clothes. While flying to their next location, they each took turns controlling the ship and washing their clothes. Nebula had finished washing and drying her clothes and went to the cockpit to fly the Milano. Rocket and (Y/N) went to their rooms. To be more efficient, but they mostly didn't care, they washed and dried their clothes at the same time in the washing machines. Rocket walked to (Y/N)'s room, in his more comfortable and laid-back attire, and knocked on her door. Lately, excluding from going from planet to planet and helping the remaining citizens of numerous races, there wasn't much to do. Mainly because stealing didn't seem very intriguing to Rocket anymore. They mostly just hung out together in their free time and made sure their ship was kept in the best condition possible. 

Rocket knocked on (Y/N)'s door and heard a faint "what's up" from inside the room. "Just me." Rocket replied. 

"All good, come in." (Y/N) replied in a low monotone voice. Rocket opened the door and walked in to (Y/N) wearing baggy cargo pants with a white baggy tank top. Her wing's feathers were ruffled, messy and somewhat wet, indicating that she'd gotten out of the shower a short while ago, considering her feathers took a decent time to dry on their own. She was on the floor, putting guns together and sharpening swords. Rocket knew this was her way to destress. He sat on the floor next to her. 

"You doing okay?" He asked, even though he knew the answer was oblivious, mostly because he felt the same. 

(Y/N) sighed, "...honestly, I don't know." She replied as she dropped her weapon to the floor beside her. She spun around and faced Rocket with her legs relaxed in front of her, her wings draped lazily behind her. "Five years does something to you, that's for sure." (Y/N) smiled, but not entirely of happiness. And Rocket shared this smile of mystery emotion. 

"That's true." He agreed with a nod. Silence filled the room, but it wasn't awkward. It happened more often than one would think. But only because sometimes they couldn't think of a conversation. Neither of them would verbally said it, but they just felt more comfortable in each others company rather than being by themselves. Sure, they had their moments, but being in the situation that they were in, this connection only intensified. "You think about them?" Rocket asked. 

"...Every day." (Y/N) answered quietly with a small nod. 

"And Groot?" Rocket asked again. (Y/N) froze and looked to the ground. Her face slowly scrunched up in sadness and frustration. She looked around, anywhere to avoid being looked at with pity from Rocket. She brought her legs together and crossed them as she covered her face with her hands. She exhaled roughly and contained her tears by covering them, and herself, with her wings. She tensed up before a small hand was placed tightly on her feathers. She looked through to see Rocket with a glistening eyes, tears threatening to fall. He stood up and walked closer with his arms out. (Y/N) weakly rose her arms and pulled Rocket into a tight hug, her wings concealed them. They both cried warm tears. Rocket, silently and (Y/N), angrily.