"I was tempted," Nebula agreed - she had not heard that phrase before but she understood the meaning. There might have been a kind of catharsis at tearing it down, pulling it apart piece by piece the same way she had been throughout the years. But more of her simply wanted it gone and no amount of destruction would aid her in making that happen, it would still be there, but in pieces, and that would not help her either.
She shook her head, "I am not sure if you will be able to make use of any of it, but if there is anyone who could-" She held out a hand as if the answer was obvious. Of course it would be Tony who could find some use for the technology used to torture her for so long, and if it could be changed into something new, something that could help? That felt better than giving in to the part of her that wanted nothing more than destruction.
"Thanos spent his life destroying everything he touched," She told him. He said it was in service to a greater purpose, to save the universe, to help those who would not help themselves. "I do not want to follow in his path any longer."