I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning t...
A/n: Finally! This is uncharted territory now. So, that means I can finally get creative with my writing instead of having boring bs that follows the MCU timeline. I know, I did this to myself so idk why I'm complaining. Anyways, it's gonna be a bit of a better, longer reading experience... yay... don't forget the angst tho :)
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You stood in Rocket's office in complete and utter shock at his request, you couldn't even form words in fear of blowing up. He took your silence as a 'go-ahead' to explain his request further. "It's only for a couple of months; I don't need any accidents out in the field because you couldn't control your temper."
His mention of you temper had your teeth clenching, biting back your tongue. His request was outrageous, you knew you couldn't even last a few minutes in the same room as the sovereign, that was the whole reason you were in Rocket's office to begin with. You knew this had to be his way of a joke, a sick joke. He must've found it entertaining to take a jab at your short temper, that was his sense of humor.
You started to take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down thinking you were overreacting. Just when the sun began to peak over the horizon, Rocket had done the worst possible thing imaginable while you were angry, the little shit smirked. It was like he knew that his request had pissed you off and he was laughing about it.
You snapped, "It's not my fault he has a punchable face; I mean come on. what if one day he decides to run rampant? None of us could stop him the last time he was here. He nearly killed you! I can't just let that go."
Rocket pondered for a moment, but you knew he wasn't serious because his smirk was still plain as day on his lips. He sat there for a few more seconds before he scoffed, laying back in his chair and propping his feet against his desk, "Are you seriously worried about that? He's been here for almost a year, dontcha think he would've done something by now?"
"I..." You couldn't deny that you paused for a moment, the anger and annoyance disappearing. "I don't know..."
Rocket did have a point, if the Sovereign wanted you dead, he would've done something by now. He wouldn't be trying as hard as he did to fit in just to get back at you all, that'd be overkill.
Oh, how you hated being proven wrong, especially by a talking raccoon... who now had a shit eating grin on his face!
You could feel your anger boiling up again, already holding up a finger with a counterargument in mind, "...just because he saved Quill one-time doesn't magically make what he did excusable, and why do I have to babysit? Can't you just stick him with Nebula or Drax?"
And just as quickly as the pride set in for your argument, Rocket completely shattered it with more of the truth and a threat. "Like I said before, you need to control yourself around Adam, get to know him otherwise you aren't going on any missions."
"Rocket! I'm not a child. You can't just ground me from going on missions."
"You're throwing a tantrum right now. Tell me how that doesn't make you a child." You couldn't describe the overwhelming feeling to throw him out the window in that moment, it took all your self-restraint not to glare at him as is. "You can't tell me what to do fur-face."
