“You think that’s protecting? Just standin’ back, watchin’ a guy in a blindfold run around when there’s shit at trip level?” Rocket almost laughed, the same fake-even if-he-said-it-wasn’t loud thing he’d given to Quill’s twelve percent of a plan back when. But he didn’t. It wasn’t even fake funny. “‘Cause I don’t.”

He sighed, anger abruptly draining. It wasn’t like he was actually mad at Thor, he barely knew the guy and he was being okay to vent at. “It’s worse if it’s not funny. If it’s not funny that means he decided ‘hey, that’s some shit I wanna see.’”