It was worse than what she'd thought it might be, he didn't know. Not anything after they'd floated endlessly into space aboard the Benatar, and she would have to tell him now where she was from what it had cost.
"We won." She said after a moment, the weight of what she'd need to tell him sitting heavily on her shoulders, this younger version of the man they had lost, before he'd found so much, before they'd had the chance to spend more time together, before so many things.
"There was another battle, we had the stones, and we won." Nebula had very little experience sparing the feelings of others and yet there was something about Stark that made her want to spare him this truth, of what they had done and what had been lost.
"I left Earth after, searching for my sister. I was on Paramater, but that is not this place." She said of where they were, she could tell that much, her network connections sure of that much at least, there was no interference keeping her from connecting, not some trickery at work, there was simply this place that was not where she was meant to be, and not where he was meant to be either.