
It is with a certain level of defiance that Rocket
steps onto the landing; overlooking a bustling
hub that reluctantly has the name S.H.I.E.L.D.
tethered to it. On his shoulder is a particularly
aggressive-looking rifle whose make is both
customized and other-worldly. Nevermind that
it’s barrel retracts onto itself- eagerly uncoiling
with little more than a punch of a button inlaid
into it’s hefty grip.
❝Oh, this is gonna be fun . . .❞