nexus_crossings | Trash or Treasure?

Someone's made a bit of a mess in a little out of the way corner of the main drag of the plaza. An entire picnic table has been taken up with electronic bits and bobs that sit in stacks that don't seem to make much sense to a passer by, but definitely seem as though they were organized in some manner by whoever gathered all of this junk. In front of the table a cardboard box is stuffed to the brim with wires and cords of every kind.

HDMI? USB? A weird curly cord with a plug shaped like an octopus? It's all here and then some. It's hard to know if someone's organizing a donation to a local recycling center or setting up the multiverse's strangest tech themed garage sale.

Eventually Peter shows up (don't ask where he showed up from, the kid has a habit of dropping in when you least expect it) dragging a beat up toolbox over to the table so he can start poking around at his findings. He'd thought there'd been one back at the clubhouse and was very pleased it hadn't grown legs and walked off since the last time he'd checked.

Anyone who wanders close enough to inspect or greet him gets met with the same dirt streaked grinning face.

"Hey, can you hand me that screwdriver just over there?"

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No, certainly not, how dare anyone suggest such a thing.

In any case, Rocket is enjoying being the voice of reason and authority, someone that other folks are gonna listen to. He only knows some of the tricks of the trade because he's made the same mistakes himself, but why wait for the kid to hurt himself coming to the same conclusions? Stupid, that's what it is. Better to point it out early and make sure he's not forming sloppy habits.

"Why not right here?" Rocket counters with a grin. "Unless you wanna take it further out, away from folks first. But ain't no better way to make sure you've made a flashbang and not a pipe bomb." He fishes in a pocket to pull out his goggles, placing them over his eyes. Not much he can do about the ears except put his hands over them, which he'll do once Peter is ready to set the device to blow.

Something about Rocket's fangy grin does not inspire reassurance in Peter at all but the raccoon does in fact have a point. It's better to test out here away from others before he goes and tries using something like this on a mugger with a gun or something. He doesn't want to hurt folks more than he absolutely has to.

There's enough of that out in the world as is.

"R..right. Stand back..." Mask on and standing a good ways back with Rocket, Peter triggers it. It's like standing far too close to a firework with the resounding BANG! that belts across the air.

Rocket's cackling is probably what Peter will hear first, once the ringing fades from the blast. The raccoon's fur is standing on end a little, but he's rubbing his hands together in satisfaction, scampering forward to pick up the bulk of what's left to make sure there's nothing more volatile lurking in the wings. "Not bad, not bad. That'd give most folks one hell of a spook."

Peter jumps a good several inches when the flashbang goes off and he's not going to be the only one. It was loud enough to startle people a ways off and while no one's going to be hurt soon enough Peter's going to have to start apologizing in a voice far louder than it needs to be as he tries to talk over his own ringing ears.

He handles calming down The Masses while Rocket busies himself with digging through the remains of the bomb Peter's made.

"It gave me a spook, are you kidding me?!" Peter looks over his shoulder toward Rocket, his mask once more stuffed into his back pocket to hide it from general view as yet another Adult comes over to lecture him on his horsing around in the Plaza.

Oh no oh jeez.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone I'll clean this up right away--"

"Relax, you knew it was comin'." Rocket waves vaguely without turning around or looking up, grinning in satisfaction as he finishes his inspection. No more volatiles, excellent.

Sounds of someone else that isn't just the kid gets his attention though, and Rocket turns around. "It's fine, no harm done. He's with me." Not that most folks tend to view Rocket as a responsible adult - either one of the two - but confidence is key, right?

Rocket turning around means he's going to see the disbelieving look being leveled his way before the man turns it back on Peter as though he'd best explain himself and well right now. But all Peter does is swallow and give a tiny shrug.

"Y...Yeah. He's right, I'm with him. Studying." It's not a lie! He's learning!

"It's practical science," Rocket all but shouts, following Peter's lead. And honestly, what does this dude expect them to do, the bomb's already exploded. They can't unexplode it. ~~Or can they?~~

Ignoring the stranger who has so rudely butted into their very important experiment, Rocket looks back to Peter as if the other guy isn't even there. "You did good. That's exactly how it shoulda gone."

"It's engineering work, for demolitions." Peter nods along, and while the man giving Peter the no-nonsense look doesn't seem overly impressed by the talking raccoon he does seem to realize that he's not going to get anywhere with a lecture.

He throws his hands up with a sigh before wandering off when Rocket completely ignores him. Sure, let's not question people setting off explosives in the Nexus. What's the worst that could happen?

Peter though? He's got a cautious grin growing on his face.

"Yeah? I mean, once I get the hang of it I think it could be a pretty useful thing to have." He's going to have to draw himself out a diagram with everything Rocket showed him before he forgets the instructions.

This is perfect. Rocket's been dying to teach a new generation how to be troublemakers, and since up until now Groot has shown a disinterest in the finer details of explosives, he's been left bereft of a good apprentice. Peter, though... that look on his face says it all. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a good partnership.

"Damn right it will. Hell, once you get used to what you're doin', you might even come up with some new and exciting way to blow stuff up," the raccoon chuckles. "Just run 'em by old Rocket first, huh? I don't want you gettin' hurt." And also so he can mooch off the kid's designs, if he comes up with something spicy.

Peter doesn't know about actual honest to god demolitions grade explosives being incorporated into his work, but flashbangs and other kinds of disorienting things that don't hurt folks permanently or much at all are most definitely going to be something he looks into further.

"Well, I don't have a lot to work with, so I've had to get creative with what I can find lying around." A humie after Rocket's own tiny heart. Kid's a scavenger too. "I'll be sure to let you know."

"Creativity's the most important tool you can have," Rocket assures him with a grin. "You talk to some of them military types, they know how to make somethin' to spec but they're missing one piece, they can't finish. If you know how things work, and what crap you can cobble together to make a big boom, you'll never be unarmed."

That's the most important lesson to take from this, he feels. Whatever else Peter learns from this is a bonus. And Rocket can't wait to see what he does with it down the line.

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