Sensing that maybe this is something better left between the two men, Rocket busies himself in the kitchen, putting away dishes and trying to straighten things up a bit. If that means finding busy work, then fine. He's got an ear on the conversation anyway.
Thor listens, and what he hears is much how he'd expected Steve to answer. Of course he would have. The captain has always been brave and stubborn and driven by the need to act if there is anything to be done, anything at all. That he is here is proof enough.
If he tries, Thor can almost remember what it felt like, to be the same. To have something to do with himself, something helpful, heroic even. It feels like a lifetime ago. Thor has always thrived on action, and without it, he feels he is withering like a plant without the sun. But what other choice does he have? His place is here, no matter how far Asgard has fallen. And even if he was to leave, and find a cause to lend his axe, he no longer trusts himself to act as he should.
Thor thinks of himself only that mere handful of years ago, waxing maudlin on the helicarrier about how he had come to see the truth of war, and thinks, I was still so naive, then. Before he realizes that he even intends to speak, he finds himself doing it anyway. "My whole life, my father told me that a wise king never seeks out war, but must always be ready for it. He never really told me what to do after." Or how to lose. But Odin hadn't lost, had he? Not that he'd ever said. He'd certainly never killed half the universe, even in whatever bloody conquest he'd led to bring the Nine Realms under his heel.
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Thor listens, and what he hears is much how he'd expected Steve to answer. Of course he would have. The captain has always been brave and stubborn and driven by the need to act if there is anything to be done, anything at all. That he is here is proof enough.
If he tries, Thor can almost remember what it felt like, to be the same. To have something to do with himself, something helpful, heroic even. It feels like a lifetime ago. Thor has always thrived on action, and without it, he feels he is withering like a plant without the sun. But what other choice does he have? His place is here, no matter how far Asgard has fallen. And even if he was to leave, and find a cause to lend his axe, he no longer trusts himself to act as he should.
Thor thinks of himself only that mere handful of years ago, waxing maudlin on the helicarrier about how he had come to see the truth of war, and thinks, I was still so naive, then. Before he realizes that he even intends to speak, he finds himself doing it anyway. "My whole life, my father told me that a wise king never seeks out war, but must always be ready for it. He never really told me what to do after." Or how to lose. But Odin hadn't lost, had he? Not that he'd ever said. He'd certainly never killed half the universe, even in whatever bloody conquest he'd led to bring the Nine Realms under his heel.