"That's what we do, pal. Me, Quill, Gamora, Groot... hell, even the d'ast dog. We protect people that cant protect themselves. We may not be angels... ok, well, ONE of us is... but we're decent folks."
Rocket's voice, while deep with sadness, was staying confident, strong... sincere. He'd tried yelling and being a snarky shit with this guy, and it didn't help. But now, the two were actually being friendly. So why not try to be mature about it?
"I get that trust doesn't come easy to you. I really do. I'm the same way. For years, my buddy Groot was the only friend I had. But look at me: do I *look* like someone that would be a SHIELD lackey? I'm not even all that krutacking fond of EARTH, much less any political organizations on it. There are... a few people here that are loyal to SHIELD. But trust me when I say that if everything goes to hell? We'll send them packing even if it means leavin' them on some other world."