[ When Rocket's gaze falls on her as she catches up she worries for a moment that he'll tell her to leave the bodies of friends or react poorly. But nothing comes and he seems to accept what she's done. It's not something that should bring her comfort in, but it's a comfort all the same. Arguing with him, begging him to take them with them even though they were beyond repair isn't something that needs to be debated right now. So they keep running.
As they hide she holds her breath, her grip tightening around the quickly cooling bodies of his friends. She tries to steady her breath and furiously blink the tears that cloud her vision until the sound of boots pass them. The blaring of the alarm above is like background noise now, a constant steady thrum for her heartbeat to fall in time with.
She's always hated cardio. But it's just a couple more steps. A couple more metres to go until they're in safety and they can fly away far, far away from this place and everything awful that they've done here. And then she feels her heart leap into her throat at the voices that make her blood run cold. The sound of bullets fly but she doesn't stop, ensuring that she keeps Rocket ahead of her because all she can do with her hands occupied like this is to act like a shield.
Somehow, they manage to make it up the ship. She wastes no time boosting Rocket up into the cockpit before hoisting herself up with one arm to gently place the bodies into the seat where she'd sit. But almost as soon as she tries to swing herself into the seat a hand roughly grabs her by the hair, tugging her backwards onto the ground. Hard. She twists, fighting and kicking hard but she can't see who it is. A solider? Rocket's maker? It doesn't matter because they could hurt him. ]
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As they hide she holds her breath, her grip tightening around the quickly cooling bodies of his friends. She tries to steady her breath and furiously blink the tears that cloud her vision until the sound of boots pass them. The blaring of the alarm above is like background noise now, a constant steady thrum for her heartbeat to fall in time with.
She's always hated cardio. But it's just a couple more steps. A couple more metres to go until they're in safety and they can fly away far, far away from this place and everything awful that they've done here. And then she feels her heart leap into her throat at the voices that make her blood run cold. The sound of bullets fly but she doesn't stop, ensuring that she keeps Rocket ahead of her because all she can do with her hands occupied like this is to act like a shield.
Somehow, they manage to make it up the ship. She wastes no time boosting Rocket up into the cockpit before hoisting herself up with one arm to gently place the bodies into the seat where she'd sit. But almost as soon as she tries to swing herself into the seat a hand roughly grabs her by the hair, tugging her backwards onto the ground. Hard. She twists, fighting and kicking hard but she can't see who it is. A solider? Rocket's maker? It doesn't matter because they could hurt him. ]
No - !
[ And then to Rocket she calls out - ]
Go! You have to go, Rocket!