SLENDER FINGERS GRABBING WOOLEN BLANKET, OFFERING IT TO ROCKET . former serious expression now softening , temperature protecting gloves put over womans hands again . ❛ when i was younger i neither did . ❜ , she answers while smile emerges on painted lips . ❛ always believed the sun would melt away what ‘ s inside me . luckily it did not . ❜ otherwise she would be PRETTY USELESS by now , rather a burden than real help . ❛ i ‘ ll try not to freeze you to death as long as we are working on this , i promise . ❜
mutants were interesting. terrans; only better ! sadly it wasn’t so simple. outcasted, feared, history they carry even more dark than the present. in certain measure rocket can relate. at surface value being 3′5 & furry on this planet didn’t exactly roll out the welcome wagon . . . the big guns probably didn’t help either but, you know !!
blanket is regarded with some hesitance. kindness, even in the smallest of gestures, seemed few & far between. but into clawed hands he grips it eventually . . . & then near instantly begins to burrow into soft material as the other speaks. “ you wanted t’melt ? that’s messed up. . . “ head pops just barely into view from warm cocoon, fabric wrapped all around him certainly sullying the tough exterior he he tends to wear. “ what am i even doin’ here ? the avengers too busy t’take house calls ? “