Rocket seemed never to have had a habit of trimming his claws. After just a few swipes, Star-Lord's face looked as though it had been mauled by a cat, covered in bloody scratches.
Only because Su Ming did not want to waste time did he have Strangle wrap up Rocket and tie him off to one side.
Rocket looked like a raccoon, but he considered himself a person. Whenever anyone called him a raccoon, he would either curse them out or start throwing punches.
Compared to rookie mercenaries like Star-Lord and Gamora, Rocket and Groot were seasoned veterans among cosmic mercenaries. Especially this raccoon—things like moral boundaries simply did not exist for him. As long as there was money to be made, he would do anything.
But had he really turned against Star-Lord?
Not at all.
He had noticed that the one-eyed man was not especially resolute, and Captain Marvel had shown no intention of making a move. Otherwise, the moment the door opened, she would have blasted them with Cosmic Energy instead of leaning against the nightstand and eating an apple.
And what had Star-Lord just done? He had called this man, who was clearly not Yondu, "Captain," then disgustingly acted cute toward him. Ugh!
But that also meant they had a pretty good relationship. At the very least, Rocket could not imagine what Peter acting cute toward Yondu would look like.
So Rocket reached his own conclusion.
Though he did not know exactly what had happened, Star-Lord had clearly made the other man unhappy and might get strung up and beaten by Captain Marvel.
So he would make the first move, inflict a few injuries on Star-Lord, and make him look pitiful. That way, neither the strange man nor the female Vigilante would be able to act, right?