The Seven Stages of Grief

Denial

"I invited myself over and made dinner while you were away with the ladies," Vision said, organizing the utensils on the dining table.

Wanda looked around confused. Color returned to her sights, and when she looked down at herself, her eyes widened. She touched her hair and neck, realizing her appearance changed into a traditional 1950s attire for women. The last thing she noticed was a beautiful light gold engagement ring on her left ring finger with a petite, modest diamond at its center.

"The ladies?" she mumbled to herself.

She realized that she must've created a reality where nothing she knew in hers existed, and Vision was a completely different person. The same, but in a way, different. It was a shock to see Vision again. She felt the sting of tears still in her eyes, but it didn't matter now. She was simply happy that she was with him again. She would figure her way around this new reality.

"Oh, thank you, darling," she said, a small smile on her face.

Wanda neared the table where dinner had been prepared. She wondered if he was better at cooking in this reality than her original one - it did smell good. Vision pulled out a seat for her, and she sat quietly, not knowing what to expect. "W-What did you make for dinner?" she asked, her voice small.

"Beef stroganoff. Something simple, but I also made lemon souffle to celebrate our wedding in two days," he explained.

Wanda looked at her hands in shock. "Wedding. Two days," she whispered, but genuinely smiled to herself. She had the dream she always wanted, and with the love of her life - the one she thought she'd never get back. She had him now and she wasn't going to let anyone take away this perfect reality. He was here with her, alive and well.

Two days eventually passed, they celebrated with few close friends (due to the fact that most were disgusted at the idea of android and human relationships) that were familiar to Wanda, some of them causing tears, such as seeing Natasha again. She absolutely adored the dress she wore; a beautiful white ball gown dress, the top was a shimmery material of charmeuse and the gown itself was tulle, and she wore satin gloves. She donned a short veil that was perfectly placed into her curly hair. She was gifted a genuine pearl necklace by Vision the night before the wedding to show his admiration.

She loved it all. She loved him.

But in the midst of it all, she completely forgot about the reality she should've been in until the day she found a dusty, broken box that was hidden behind various and random objects in the closet after their honeymoon.

She shuffled some objects out of the way, looking at the collections she apparently had from years prior. Random books, odds and ends, and a photo. A photo of her and her brother with their parents, young and happy, standing in front of the Empire State Building. She let out a sad sigh and sat down to better look at it. Tears welled up in her eyes and she brought the photo close to her heart. She missed them dearly.

The more she dug through the different boxes, the more she remembered things from her previous reality. Sometimes they were different, real to this world, but still, the boxes were her memories, similar to her life in Sokovia and at the Compound and on the run with Vision.

Then she pulled out a newspaper. People usually kept newspapers, she thought. Sometimes it's to commemorate a special event, a mark of the birth of a baby or the day the world changed from a new invention or war. But this one - this one was different. She looked down at the headline and read, "Scientist Hank Pym Creates Living, Breathing Robot."

Her breath caught. "This was how Vision was created," she whispered to herself. Her mind involuntarily gave her flashbacks to the reality she should've been in for her sake, and saw when her Vision was created - from Ultron, filled with J.A.R.V.I.S., fell in love with her. Her Vision.

She threw the newspaper away from her. No. This Vision was her Vision. She was perfectly happy here, and she loved every second of it.

Her hands clenched as her body tensed as she fought with the denial of her Vision being gone, dead from Thanos ripping out a life that didn't belong to him for his own use - "And killed me in the process," Wanda whispered.

She let out a frustrated yell and held her head in her hands. "This is real, this is real, this is real," she repeated to herself. "Vision is real, Vision is real, Vision is real. Vision is alive."

When she slammed her fists onto the coffee table, the lights flickered, the radio glitched with the sound of the 1950s swing, the world became dark around her, and she passed out onto a cold, unfamiliar floor.