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[Closed to Rocket] Rocket, man
Peter Parker stood outside the door to his neighbors room, took a breath, and then knocked.
Alec's backpack was gone when he finally went back up to their room and Peter knew from their last fight exactly what that meant.
The only advantage he had over then was that now he had a neighbor. When Alec was angry, most of the time he made noise. If that was the case, Rocket might have seen something -- heard something that would give some idea where he had gone or when he had gone there.
And Peter knew Alec was angry. Alec was upset even before he said that really terrible thing. All Peter could hope for was that he could find him and apologize like he should have to begin with.
Peter attempts to pull together a smile before Rocket answers the door. If he answers the door.
Alec's backpack was gone when he finally went back up to their room and Peter knew from their last fight exactly what that meant.
The only advantage he had over then was that now he had a neighbor. When Alec was angry, most of the time he made noise. If that was the case, Rocket might have seen something -- heard something that would give some idea where he had gone or when he had gone there.
And Peter knew Alec was angry. Alec was upset even before he said that really terrible thing. All Peter could hope for was that he could find him and apologize like he should have to begin with.
Peter attempts to pull together a smile before Rocket answers the door. If he answers the door.
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Ah, the Peter kid. No threat, and he was favorably disposed to the kid as the base reason he had a new grudge project to enjoy. Rocket hopped off the chair and opened the door. "What's up, kid?"
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The words hang in the air there for a second because Peter's not entirely sure what to say next.
"About this height," he says, raising a hand to the appropriate height. "Green eyes, brown-blonde hair. I think he was probably mad, so he might have made some noise."
Peter presses his lips together.
"Did you hear him?" he asks hopefully. "Or see him? I mean, he probably just went in the direction of the stairs --" Which probably wouldn't give them much of an idea of where he was headed to, since the stairs led to any number of places. "-- but, I just thought, you know, maybe you knew something."
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Peter's head isn't processing this properly. Alec left their fight, then went upstairs to punch Quill?
If he were so mad at him, why didn't he just punch him?
A moment after he asks himself the question, he knows the answer. The last time Alec hit him, he felt bad afterwards and left the room, just like he did now.
Hitting a stranger probably came far easier to Alec than punching him.
Peter's eyebrows furrow with worry. "Is Mr. Star-Lord all right?"
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But he didn't. Because stupid. "Oh, yeah, it's just a broken nose. It'll heal up fine." And if Quill freaked out too bad, Rocket would find Pike and see what her terms were like. If she had any. He still wasn't sure about the currency or economy of this place. It'd take more than one day. "Plus he's got a punchable face, can't be the first time it's happened."
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"I'm sorry," he says. "He just gets angry sometimes, and --"
Peter swallows, but doesn't finish that sentence. Instead, he takes it elsewhere:
"Did he -- Did he say anything?"
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Peter looks down and shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Not the old one from back home, but the Madonna Inn one he picked up from the shop when he gave that one to Liz.
"-- maybe I was the reason he hit Mr. Star-Lord."
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He can't believe he'd talked Alec up earlier and Alec just ran in and punched Quill in front of Rocket. No wonder Rocket thought he was a dummy.
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Peter nods solemnly.
"Got it," he says.
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Rocket hopped back on his bed and sat down. If Peter wanted to sit, that was fine, but it didn't occur to him to make an invitation. "So Alec decided Quill was feedin' your 'delusions' an' that got Quill a punch in the face. Me, I don't think so and told him so at fuckin' length."
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"They aren't delusions," Peter insists, though there's no reason why he should have to explain himself to Rocket, who has already admitted to being on his side already.
And because Rocket seems to be in the "in" with regards to his no-longer-so-secret identity, he skips over the I'm Spider-Man pleasantries and dives headfirst into providing his new neighbor with the intimate details of his personal life.
"Everyone is always treating me like I don't know anything about what I do," Peter says. "I've been doing the Spider-Man thing for years now. But whenever anyone looks at me, they don't see Spider-Man. They just see some kid."
He knows that Alec insisted that it was his attitude -- not his age -- that caused people to question his capability, but it wasn't that. Alec just didn't understand, even though he thought he did.
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"I been doin' my thing all my life, kid." Most of it, anyway. The parts that weren't the labs or the fuzzy indistinct blob of nonsentience before that. "It ain't a deathwish, it's just the only way I can go an' still be someone who likes livin'. So I figured we're the same, there."
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Rocket doesn't have that advantage. It felt stupid to whine about it now, but it was also nice to speak with someone who could relate. Someone who didn't just tell him it was his attitude that needed adjusting when Peter was sure that all that needed to change was his age.
Peter shifts his weight from one leg to another, standing awkward and gawky in the way that only teenage boys can. He pulls a hand out of one of his hoodie pockets and scratches his other elbow.
"How do you -- how do you get them to take you seriously?"
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"Yeah," Peter says. "No. Killing people -- it's not really my thing, you know?"
This was probably obvious to Rocket from the get-go.
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Since killing was off the table for Rocket now, too.
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"Do you have a second lesson?" he asks instead.
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"Okay," he says. "And -- I'm sorry about Alec. He was mad at me. He shouldn't have taken it out on Mr. Star-Lord."
Peter glances at the door. "If you see him, can you let me know? I'm going to leave a note just in case he shows up while I'm out."
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"Thank you," Peter says solemnly. He presses his lips together and then gives Rocket a smile. "I'm gonna go, but if you need anything, I'll --"
Peter's about to tell Rocket that he'll be in his own room, but he knows he won't be.
"-- I'll be at my girlfriend's room, Room 189. It's downstairs," he says.
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And with that, Peter heads back to his room to grab a few things before heading back to Liz's.