Peter still doesn’t know how to approach this situation -- here he was, standing with Rocket, eyes constantly glancing down to him. He doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t know why he scares him. Probably because he heard him yelling from the down the hall, threatening to shove a gun up someone’s ass.
Yeah ... he was a little scared.
And it’s not like his brain was good at these sort of things -- he wanted to comment about the whole ... raccoon thing but, from what he could tell, he didn’t like to be called one. Do not say any raccoon jokes, Peter B Parker.
Just ... don’t act stupid. You have to impress him! Get on his good side.
“ -- so, um, what’s space like? I’ve always wanted to go. I m-mean, I’ve been there already but I died ...
So it’s not really what you dream about when you’re a kid. I wanted a light saber but ended up biting the dust ... ”
He gives an awkward laugh. Yeah, this isn’t going so well...