"Hey, kid, where've you been?" Rocket asked you, not looking up from the gun he was modifying.

You were training to become one of the official Guardians of the Galaxy, or at the very least, become an Avenger. However, with Rocket watching your every move like a hawk, you were never able to prove yourself.

So, of course, you went on a mission without his permission. You came back, bloodied and bruised, limping into his quarters. Rocket finally looked up and saw you. His eyes widened in shock. "Oh, no..."