“He’s a trash panda. Or, something similar. I don’t completely trust Quill on this.” He and Rocket seemed to get under each others skins too often. They had called him a rat, a rodent. Flashes of stolen memories presented the image of an inebriated Rocket on Knowhere all those years before, the first sign their words had hurt. “She made a sacrifice. I was sacrificed.” The edge in her tone had gotten her through years of servitude under Thanos but it wasn’t needed here. Her proximity to 2014 left her perpetually closer to that disposition than the one who had died. It was a work in progress. “Peter loves me.” It wasn’t ratting him out. Quill had said it himself, but she did feel slightly bad when she remembered his attempts to try and measure up to the god. “And I love him. My friends, they help.” Her family even if it strange to admit it. “I see you live on Earth now. That’s new. My father – Thanos. I’m sorry for what he did to your people.”
“trash panda?” thor repeated the name to himself. he’d never heard of such a thing, though he was learning of many odd creatures on earth. “please, there’s no reason for you to apologize. it was hardly your doing.” thor said. thanos had taken a lot from him, and though they’d undone his snap it would never return Heimdall or Loki. “do you find yourself settling in well enough?”