Someone who actually listens to something that’s not blatantly hitting them over the head with how obvious it is? Yeah, Rocket likes this kid. He’ll go far.

Rocket’s hands slow their work a little, thinking of those long horrible months where it had been just him and Natasha and whoever else was hanging on by their fingernails. His ears slump a little, because even though he got his own family back... yeah, the Boss had been a good human to know, and it’s a damn shame she never got to see their victory in the end. “Little bit. ‘Bout half a year.” He leaves which half unspoken, and if Peter is half as smart as Rocket can tell he is, he shouldn’t need to say. “Spent most of my life in space, goin’ from one planet to the next for work.”