[request by: ???]

Rex was never this nervous, ever. He said what was on his mind, whether it was rude or not—whatever he was thinking always left his lips one way or another. Now though? He’s stumbling over his words like an idiot, his eyes avoiding contact for longer than a second. His palms are all sweaty, shaky too. He cleared his throat, attempting to mask any and all doubt that showed on his face.

What got him this nervous? You, a fellow hero. Rex had seen you on his patrols a couple times after the other Guardians forced him to pull some of his weight, not to say that he minded anymore, since he usually ran into you. He’d started a couple casual conversations, nothing past “the weather’s nice” or a simple compliment from his end. He couldn’t exactly tell whether you were enjoying his attention or not. His attempts at flirting weren’t as successful as he’d hoped, which was strange, he’d always been quite the womanizer. Why was he suddenly failing so miserably? Maybe it’s because you’re stronger than him, or it’s because you’re the first ever guy he’s ever felt this way before.

Either way, he had no intention of messing this up.

“So uh, you often come here or?” Rex asked as he ran into you for the third time this week, he was purposefully patrolling in areas he’d knew you’d be, it gave him an excuse to talk to you without making things weird. He doesn’t want you to find him annoying like everyone else does. Rex rubbed the back of his neck when you gave him an unamused look. He muttered a curse under his breath, this was not going as planned at all.

“Alright, alright, I won’t beat around the bush.” He huffed. “I was wondering if you’d like to hangout sometime—as a date?” The words left his mouth before he could even realize it.