"Yeah, I'd sure hope so." There's no real bite to how he says it, though. She sounds tired as hell and honestly, Rocket gets it. She's got a lot on her plate already and getting snippy isn't going to help any.

He glances over at the nav screen, poking it until it gives up the information he wants. "I got about fifteen minutes before I'm settin' down on the lawn." By now, the Benatar's landing struts have begun to wear divots into the once-pristine landscaping outside the Avengers complex, and everyone knows well enough to keep everything and everybody clear without proper markings. So once he arrives, Rocket only gives the landing zone a cursory scan before settling the ship down like a bird coming home to roost.