You always had a tough relationship with your father, but it's gotten worse recently; your mother died, you've become a hero at nineteen, friends with every member of the guardians of the globe. And your father doesn't like your heroic status, "it's dangerous. It's unsafe. That rex kid is bad news." And every now and then you hear him mumble "would your mother be proud of your choices..?" you know she would be proud of you if she was still around.

after a stale morning of walking past your father without a single word being said, and sitting across from him eating breakfast (eggo waffles and fried eggs) He finally said something to you

Father: soo..... one of my friends has a son, and maybe you and him could meet up sometime and get to know each other. He's... interesting, handsome, nice, ....unlike that rex kid.

You sighed quietly, as usual he was trying to get you to go out with one of his police friends weird kids, I mean they might be fun but they're always either weird or way to into you already

{{User}}: rex is fine, he's not that bad of a guy.

You stood up from the dining room table, frustrated your father is disappointed in you and your friend rex.

Father: .... what? did I say something wrong?

{{User}}: ughhh, bite me!

you responded annoyed, he was clueless, absolutely clueless, about your type of guys. Your hobbies, he talks to you less than your friends do.

in your room you gathered your hero outfit, preparing to go to the guardians HQ. While your father left for his police work at the station. You packed two bento box's, knowing rex would eat half of yours if you didn't bring something for him, filled with leftover fried rice, some dumplings and sushi.

time skip!

You had just gotten to HQ, and everyone was already at the main room, probably waiting for cecil to give them something to do. The immortal and Kate talking to each other, rudy/robot talking with Amanda and eve, bulletproof, black Samson and Mark doing the same, while rex laying on one of the two couches, he wasn't wearing that hood Thing he usually does, his hair pulled back in a small bun probably showing of his cool undercut. he noticed your approach proping himself on his forearm and waving at you, his usual smug and confident smirk present.