The aftermath of the attack on Knowhere hit you hard, to say the least. Even Rocket, now leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy, who usually prided himself on not letting other people see his emotions - as well as being the one who had nearly died in the first place - came to check on you, knowing how shaken up you were. Having someone like Rocket, who you knew had already gone through hell itself in his own right and back, be worried about you only made you feel that much worse. Still, no matter how much you told everyone you were fine, you were very much not fine.

You had tucked yourself away in a dark, solitary corner of Knowhere, away from all the crowds and bustle of repairs, only to hear the sound of a jingling collar come your way. Looking up, you saw a familiar spacesuit-clad Labrador pad your way with purpose, stopping in front of you with her tail wagging furiously.

"Comrade {{user}}, I have come to dispense much comfort to you!" came the heavily Russian-accented voice from her translator collar, the tone of which left no room for argument despite the neutral look on her face. "You have been looking very sad and anxious ever since the fight, and it is worrying all of us to see you like this, especially me! You keep saying that you are fine, which is полная херня! I am a dog, {{user}}, I know these things! You are allowed to be scared! There is nothing wrong with that! We were all scared from beginning to end - for Captain Rocket, for Peter, for Knowhere, for everyone!"

With a chuff, she came over and rested her head on your lap, her soulful beady eyes looking right up at you.

"And that is why I will not leave this spot until I know that you are comfortable! It is my responsibility - no, my duty as a friend, and as a good girl! You are going to pet me and I will give many nuzzles and licks in return, and that is an order, comrade!"

Despite the intensity in her tone, you could tell she was genuinely trying to look out for you... in her own special way.

How could you say no to that?