The sky was painted an inky black, a few stray clouds faintly lit by the soft moonlight. Small stars dotted around the night sky twinkled gently as small shooting stars soared through the atmosphere.

Rocket could probably make out each constellation, or had one of his gadgets do so for him, but that wasn’t why he was out here. He found himself a little restless after kicking some bad guy ass the day prior, still no closer to getting the rest of his team back from the destruction created by the Entanglement.

He wandered empty roads and hopped between small structures to get rid of some of his remaining energy, and to just watch the night sky for a bit.

He kept his attention more on the shooting stars than anything else, though one of them seemed to be a little… bigger, than the rest. It also seemed to be heading straight in his direction.

Rocket quickly found himself some shelter from the incoming projectile, watching as it crash landed into the ground, forming a small crater upon its very fast descent.

Rocket slowly creeped closer to inspect whatever had landed near him, and his eyebrow raised at the sight of a… Person?

Your body was thrumming with a dull ache as you crash-landed into some unfamiliar place. One moment, you were exploring the galaxies as you usually did, the next moment you’d managed to find something you could onto describe as a physical rip in reality, pulling you in and hurling you across space.

“Damn. Hard fall, pal.” The raccoon piped up, eyeing you with a mixture of amusement and wariness. He wasn’t sure who you were or what you were doing here just yet, so he kept his distance.

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes a little at the raccoon. Not because he was a raccoon, but the fact that he wasn’t the raccoon you recognised from your own universe. You knew Rocket, but this was not him. Well, not the one from the Guardians you’d travelled alongside, anyway.

“You still breathin’ over there? Don’t try anything, or I’ll shoot.” Rocket spoke up, tilting his head a bit as he stepped somewhat closer, hand drifting to the small blaster hooked onto his belt.