[ Look at the pair of 'em, huh? Far be it from Rocket to pass judgments on what kinda godly form his friends take, but he has to admit he never thought of Steve as much of the literal statue type. Still, he could probably pack a mean punch with that fist, and he knows there's something legendary about Captain America. Never understood it himself, of course, but he knows it's a Thing. Saw it on the battlefield against that grape-coloured fuck-face Thanos too.

Anyway, no one really can observe them without their focusing on being visible, and right now Rocket's temple happens to be blissfully empty. The crowd tends to gather a little more towards the late evenings, or the early mornings when on one else is awake.

Something about those times of the day inspiring people to think a little more outside the box, and so they come to him for guidance.

Or whatever. ]

A couple of things. Blocks the doors from intruders getting in or out, and sends a beacon to the other temples. [ He gestures to the roll-up gates over the entrance of this particular temple. Not all of them are like that, of course, but it's common enough. ] In times of refuge, I like to make sure my followers have a safe place they can hole up until the danger's passed. And the beacon part is so anyone else with family can reach out.

[ He shrugs, like it's no big deal. Seriously Steve, don't make anything of it, okay? It's embarrassing. ]