Keeping busy has been good for Rocket, all things considered. The harder he works, the less he has to think about stuff he'd rather not, and if there's a bright side to this shit it's that there's never a lack of something to do. Even if it's just something as simple as supply runs, or just giving his fellow Avengers a lift someplace.

The Benatar is his now, but it's too big for just one person. The Avengers compound ain't exactly home yet either, but at least there's people there, people he's slowly coming to care about, who're tryin' their best to keep shit together and help folks. So even if a whole universe needs help, he keeps coming back to Terra.

Like now.

His ears perk up as the sound of Natasha's ringtone cuts through his music, and he hits the button to cut the tunes and pick up the call. If the boss is calling, it's either really good news, or really bad news. "Yeah, just on my way back in. What's up?"