[ Steve can't help but laugh at Rocket's blunt honesty, but he doesn't say anything just yet, letting him add some more details to fill in the full picture of this place that's now his home.

Except right from the jump, there's a hint of confusion that passes over Steve's face at the mention of "the head of a Celestial." He tilts his head to one side, but stays quiet so that Rocket can keep talking. The rest sounds... pretty nice, honestly. Sure, the Avengers Compound is sleek and full of all sorts of amenities and bells and whistles, but Steve doesn't view any of that as actually necessary for a place to be considered home. ]

Right, Nebula mentioned you took in some kids from a bad situation. It sounds like you've got a decent amount of space you're working with, even though it's a fixer-upper.

[ He leans back in his seat, arms crossing over his chest. ]

And knowing you, you're the one who's been trying to do all that fixing-up, right?

[ Rocket can't usually let his hands stay idle for too long, from what Steve's observed. ]