Earth was a reminder. Scarred by everything that had happened there, and the end of a period in her life that Nebula had thought would never truly come - but as she had stepped on to the Benatar she knew she was making the right choice. The Terrans would clean up their planet, start up once more, but after all the loss she had suffered there Nebula could not stay. Not when Gamora was in the wind, no doubt just as lost as Nebula was after the death of Thanos. But her sister did not have the benefit of all the years that Nebula had lived in the world, she did not trust in the same way that she once had. And she needed to be found, after fighting against one another for so long they needed this.
They'd been traveling for a few weeks now without much word on Gamora, the rest of the galaxy was too busy piecing itself back together to care much for one lost soul in the midst of everything that had happened and the recovery. So they were going to ground, trying new contacts, and a stop on Paramatar was in order. Both for fuel and information. Their group split up and Nebula set out on her own, she might trust the Guardians and choose to remain with them but even she had her limits for their antics.
Paramater was a hub, it was busy and the people here always changed, there was a good chance Gamora had come through here and if she had then Nebula would find it out. She weaved her way through crowded streets pushing further from the docks and toward the center of the main city, following the local network to the person she sought out if they were still planet side.
Taking a turn down an alleyway the haze of smoke disrupted her view and didn't clear the way it should have. Pulling her energy blaster from it's holster Nebula made her way forward slowly through the smoke and the sounds of Paramater faded away with each step she took until she found herself coming out the other side into a place that should not be there. Most worryingly, the local network had disappeared, severed the connection she'd been following since she'd exited the Benatar and there was nothing left for her to connect to now.
And there ahead of her she saw some sort of movement as the haze cleared from her view. No, no he could not be there, she had seen him die, she had been there and seen with her own eyes, the sight stored within her internal memory so that she would never forget it - and yet there he stood, or something wearing his face. The galaxy could be a cruel place, and yet - "Stark?" She kept her blaster up and aimed at him, ready to stall off any form of attack that might come from her question, but she found herself unable not to ask it.