“Dude, I’m Richard, Nova Prime. 100%. If you’re talking about the fact that I died, well Pete did kinda die with me but he’s back too so I don’t see a problem. Pete being Peter Quill, Star-Lord.” Richard kept his hand up, unsure of the situation. He wanted to convince the man in front of him he was real and alive, but if he didn’t even know who he was, he couldn’t exactly do that.
“How about this. You tell me who you are and then I can like, tell you something only you know… That is of course if I even know you because I’ve never seen your face before today.” Richard reasoned, hoping to get through the man, and hoping still that the man wasn’t some hostile person that was just trying to find out information about him.
He took a step towards the man, both to calm the man down, and to intercept his gun if necessary. Of course, he could just shoot the man with a couple of energy beams or gravimetric fields, but he didn’t want to either kill him or make him more wary.
“I know who Pete is,” he bit out before he could stop himself. That was a sore spot even Peter’s being alive couldn’t salve. He’d lost so many people, so many friends, and he didn’t have all that many to begin with. He’d gone from loner to part of a team, and just when he’d started to settle into it, it had been ripped away from him. It had been like losing a limb.
It couldn’t be him. There was no way it could be him. But how did that Earth saying go? If it walked like a duck, talked like a duck…he didn’t know about ducks, but this guy definitely walked and talked like Richard. D’ast. This wasn’t the way things worked. This wasn’t normal.
Said the former genetically modified procyonid turned superhuman by way of crazy, reality-altering super witch.
Maybe his concept of normality was already a bit screwed.
He took a breath, fingers easing just a bit from their grip. “If you really are Richard, you’ve seen me before. Just…not like this.” Another breath. He worried at his lip, not anxious, but agitated. “I’m Rocket. Rocket Raccoon.” He grimaced. “Just a little light on the raccoon these days. Ring any bells?”
Okay, good. The man recognised Peter, and probably recognised him and that was probably why he’d been so wary. Which meant that he probably knew the man, according to the way he’d addressed both of them, but Richard couldn’t recall anyone that looked like that, or sounded like that. Well, no one human anyway.
“Rocky? Wh — what happened to you? You’re… human?” Richard frowned, was that even possible? Probably, anything was possible after all… Sure, his voiced had changed, but it still had the same husky quality that Rocket’s used to have. He didn’t want to do the whole how do I know you’re actually Rocket issue. Being interrogated by Rocket was more than enough.
He blinked, wondering how did the raccoon become human, the Cosmic Cube? Magic? It seemed like it was recent too, judging by the former raccoon’s mannerisms. Now that he thought about it, he man had looked awkward in his body when he’d first met him. But then again, he guessed that becoming human would take a lot of getting used to. Richard couldn’t imagine how he would feel if he’d been turned into a raccoon.
Richard felt like he should touch or maybe even hug Rocket but he’d never been one for intimacy after all. And being human, would that make it more awkward, or less? He settled for taking a few steps forward, closing some of the distance between them.
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