InsaneJournal

Who: Nebula and Gamora
What: Sisters
Where: Another late night angst run turned rescue
When: Late Thursday/Early Friday


It had taken time, but Nebula had allowed herself to believe that she was no longer on Paramater and that Tony Stark was indeed alive, the how of it all had not yet illuminated itself but she would find the answers. Until then she followed Stark through the door he'd entered the world they had found themselves on and back into the land where he was now living.

She did not understand any of it, not how she had been transported nor how he had found her, or this world where he now lived. And despite being offered a place to sleep Nebula had found herself out on the street.

The night air was still, and the local network quiet in a way she was not used to of places where people lived, there was so little there on the network to connect to, none of the vivid and vibrant things she might normally find on other planets and in other worlds. Here there was only the communications the residents choose to share with one another. And none were all that interesting or worth her time exploring.

Nebula was on her way back to the house they had come through, if she had entered that way then surely she could leave it that way too, back through the door and returned to Paramater and to the current mission, not here where she would be no good at all to the Guardians or Gamora.

What had begun as an idle walk, became one full of purpose when she decided that the way in must be the way out too and she made her round back toward the house when she stopped there ahead of her in the street was someone she would recognize in the middle of the night, in the middle of a haze, in the brightest light. It was another impossibility, she could not be here, it was too convenient, too much to hope for. And yet, "Gamora?"