Rocket was fully changed in his dark blue and dark red outfit, with Quill's scarf around his neck. He walked out of his room that he seemed to rarely use during this time. His time was mostly spent with (Y/N) in her room, the cockpit, other planets, basically anywhere where she was. He's recently been feeling more connected to her throughout this tough time. He just wanted...a hug, really. But not just a hug from anyone. Not from someone he met at a bar, not from someone in the Avengers, but from one specific person. And that person, was his girlfriend, (Y/N). Everyday, he just wanted to be in her presence. 

Rocket opened (Y/N)'s bedroom door and blushed slightly when his eyes glanced her, half-dressed. Well, almost dressed. She wore the bottoms of her normal brown, black, and (F/C) outfit that allowed her to fight to the best of her abilities. Although Rocket blushed, he didn't freeze. He only blushed because he loved her. He walked further into (Y/N)'s room as (Y/N) completed her ensemble and added the smaller touches. 

(Y/N) saw Rocket in the corner of her eye and greeted him. "Hey Rocket." She said, seeming to be a little happier than the night before. Rocket gave a small but meaningful smile. 

"Nat gave us another mission for today." He explained. 

"Oh, yeah? What do we need to do?" (Y/N) asked as she finished her outfit a bit quicker, as she looked back and forth from herself and Rocket. 

"Relax." Rocket answered. (Y/N) looked to him confused. 

"I am relaxed." She protested. 

"No, no." Rocket laughed. "Natasha wants us to relax. She said it to everyone on a message." He explained. (Y/N) sighed and smiled. She could use some relaxation, a break from all the missions she'd been on with the others. Her smile then went away. "What's wrong?" Rocket asked. (Y/N)'s head spun to face him. 

"Oh, um, nothing. Nothing." (Y/N) assured. "Should we get going now? You have a place in mind?" 

"Nebula's flying the Milano. Now what's wrong?" Rocket continued firmly. (Y/N) fully froze, completely ready, excluding her weapons, which laid on her bed. She ruffled her wings uncomfortably. 

"I, uh... oh it's... just the same as always." (Y/N) admitted. Rocket looked down in understanding. Judging by (Y/N)'s tone, he knew she wasn't up for talking about her feelings at the moment. So he continued the conversation. 

"What do you wanna do? Got any ideas?" Rocket asked as his eyes stuck to the floor and scanned traits of the room. 

"We can... go to a weapons market? They're always fun and we always get something we want. We could... go hunting for criminals? We're able to hurt then without getting in trouble." (Y/N) laughed. "Maybe-" She stopped presenting ideas and froze. She looked behind her and raised her wings up to get a better view. She smiled when she noticed Rocket's arms around her waist and his face against her butt. His expression was neutral, a little sad, as he stared into space... figuratively speaking. She kneeled down and tried to face Rocket as he hesitantly let go of her. 

"What do you want to do?" (Y/N) asked. Rocket shrugged. 

"We haven't been to a bar in a while." He suggested as he looked her in the eye, with her at a slightly lower angle now that she was kneeling, it was as if he was a little taller. 

"Sounds like a plan. Let's ask Nebula if she wants to-" 

"-I was thinking it could be just- just the two of us..." Rocket admitted with a small smile. (Y/N) smiled sweetly back. She gave him a small kiss on his snout, to which he desperately wanted to last longer. 

"Let's go tell Nebula then." (Y/N) started as she stood up. 

"I already told her." Rocket grinned. (Y/N) laughed. 

"You really wanna go to a bar, don't you?" 

"Eh, mostly just to have some alone time with you." Rocket shrugged smugly. (Y/N) chuckled. 

"I've been needing some alone time with you too." She agreed. 

"Then let's go!" Rocket said excitedly as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and walked out of the room. (Y/N) smiled as she quickly snatched her large knives and gun from her bed then continued out the room with Rocket. Rocket hadn't noticed, but he'd recently been acting more, could you say... happy. Especially around (Y/N). Not to anyone else. Just to her. 

Eventually the Milano landed on a small planet, populated by outlaws, quiet civilians that you barely saw around certain parts of the planet, and a few bars here and there. Not much happened on this planet, or many planets, really. Not after Thanos. Nebula mentioned that she wanted some time by herself on the ship. Mostly to train and like Natasha said, 'relax'. In her own way. (Y/N) and Rocket walked out of the ship together, hand-in-hand. Then subconsciously let go as soon as they reached the public eye. 

"Got a bar in mind?" (Y/N) asked. 

"Maybe. I know a place, haven't been there though. Want to check it out?" Rocket suggested. 

"Sure. Lead the way." (Y/N) gestured with her hand slightly ahead of her. Rocket stopped in his tracks a few seconds later. An expression of slight anger on his face. "What's up, Rock?" (Y/N) asked as she slightly rolled her eyes with a smile, although concern was still definitely there. 

"What if some dickbag hits on you? I don't wanna ruin your night." Rocket explained. 

"If some dickbag hits on me, it won't be you ruining my night. It'll be them. Besides, if anyone does try anything, then-" 

"-I'll shoot them, good idea-" Rocket interrupted. 

"No! No, we'll just walk away, back to the Milano. Okay?"  

"...Fine." Rocket rolled his eyes as they both started to walk as Rocket led. They reached the bar and walked in to see calm and quietly talking people. All sorts of people. Different species, genders, ages, outlaws and civilians, all drinking and spending time with their friends. Rocket and (Y/N) decided to sit in a booth in the back of the bar. "I'll get our drinks." Rocket offered as he walked over to the bar's counter to order both his and (Y/N)'s favourites. (Y/N) couldn't help but watch Rocket as he walked away. She then started to realise how much she truly cared for him, and how much she would sacrifice for him. Her trance broke when Rocket started to walk back to her. He placed the drinks on the table and sat on the other side of the booth. (Y/N) grabbed her drink and they both took their first sip, Rocket obviously drank his faster. A lot faster. 

"Planning on getting black out drunk, I see." (Y/N) laughed. 

"Nah. Just missed the taste of classic shitty bar drinks." Rocket admitted as (Y/N) noticed that he was already halfway finished. She started to stand up.

"I'll get us another round, it'll save us getting up later." She said before she made her way to the bar as she shook head at her boyfriend's quick drinking pace. Rocket watched her lovingly as her hips swayed as she walked, and her wings as they flowed behind her elegantly. She ordered the same drinks as Rocket did before. Rocket swallowed the last sip in his cup before he noticed a couple guys approach (Y/N). He froze as his ears rose, his eyes widened, and his tail flinched. Surely, after everything that had happened, no one would be trying to hit up girls at a bar, but instead just end up being a creep, right? Surely not. But, unfortunately for (Y/N), compliments, wanted and unwanted, were common in every situation. 

Rocket decided to stay back. He waited and watched to see if (Y/N) needed help, even though she could handle herself against pretty much anybody. Especially douchebags in a bar or club. One of the guys next to (Y/N) had dark red skin, disgusting teeth and six fingers on each hand. The other guy had bluish purple skin with lower jaw fangs and a rats tail as a hair-do. They stood on each side of (Y/N), leaning into her to make her feel inferior. But it wasn't working. 

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" (Y/N) asked as she finally looked up to the guys and straightened her back from her previous slouched position. He wings rose in alarm and her eyes widened at the mans comment. Her fists were clenched. 

"Oh, boy..." Rocket said under his breath, as he knew that judging by (Y/N)'s reaction, she was pissed. And thinking that it had something to do with what the two meatheads had just said to her, Rocket was too. 

A/N

So I found something on Google relating to raccoons that inspired this chapter (and probably the next one). 

"Raccoons can be remarkably affectionate. They can become very attached to their owners and spend long periods of time snuggling. ... Raccoons are very independent and still have wild instincts. There will be days where they want to play and cuddle all the time, and others were they want to treat to their own space." 

(Yes, there were a couple spelling mistakes but I copied it word for word and that's what it said lol) 

In which this case, 'owner' refers to (Y/N) :) But she's not his 'owner', you know? 

- Chalupa