His eyes were open, he was sure of it, but there was nothing to see. It wasn't black or white, it was the vast emptiness of space. With nothing to see and no substance to grasp, he floundered, hoping death would come, until he realized it already had.
He was dead.
But it wasn't anything like he expected. He knew he could die, but he assumed dying meant ceasing to exist. He still existed, though without hope of anything better.
Wandering soul, who are you and from whence have you come?
A stilted, but feminine voice asked him.
"I am no one of consequence," was his reply. "I shouldn't even be here."
Vision. From Midgard. She stated, answering her own question when he wouldn't.
How is it that you still exist? Did the mind stone give you a soul?
"I'm sure I don't know," he still saw nothing but a void, it should have bothered him, but he had be a merely a voice once. It almost felt like home.
The fates didn't know what to do with you, so I've come to offer you rest.
"At what cost?" nothing comes without a price.
You've already paid. Come and feel peace again.
He awoke on a shore near a clear blue tide. He stood slowly, stopping only when he saw that his arms were clothed warm living skin, not vibranium. Human. Or partially so. It's what he always wanted, just so he could be with her. Oh to curse the stone, and stop hiding, just be normal for a change.
"Welcome to the Resting Place. I hope you will find peace here," the female voice spoke again. He turned to face her. She wore a flowing white dress, the sheer sleeves cut off below the elbow. Her skin was perfect and pale, nearly the shade of the dress she wore. Her hair, silky black and shoulder length, framed her angular features with charm. And her eyes, pale blue, seemed to see straight through him.
There was something familiar and vaguely troubling about her presence. He shouldn't trust her, but he could care less. She couldn't kill him, he was already dead.
"Thanos succeeded in his plan, did he not?" she asked, her dark brow quirking as she tilted her head.
"He did. The mind stone was the last stone he needed.."
"So you lover killed you to save the universe. But alas, Thanos possessed the time stone, so he brought you back and ripped the stone from your head," Vision raised his eyebrows, his mouth slightly ajar in shock. She smirked and turned walking away.
"There is another here who died so that the mad Titan could acquire a stone. Come, you must meet her."

The other who died possessed the name Gamora. She was fierce and beautiful, but couldn't hide her hurting. She'd lost her love, he knew the way she felt.
"You both should learn the use of words. They're helpful when pain is unbearable."
Gamora glared at the etherial being, her eyes betraying both her pain and her distrust.
"What do you know of pain? Of loss? The worst that's probably happened to you is a broken nail, or blemished skin," she snapped. The woman's features softened.
"Both of you lost your loves because of your sacrifices. I lost my mother and my brother. I couldn't save my mother, I was foolish and weak, so she suffered," the woman's face contorted in sorrow.
"And your brother?" Vision asked. A smirk lighted her face, her eyes staring into nothing.
"He's the reason I'm here," she spoke with fondness in her tone. Gamora stared at her, suspicious.
"Do I know you?"
"No," she stood up straight, resuming her regal posture. "Because of your sacrifices, your loves are still alive... there is still one path to be chosen before any outcome is certain, but I've never been one to wait."
Vision glanced at Gamora, confused. She shook her head ever so slightly, just as befuddle as he.
"So, you two can stand here and flounder in your self pity, or you can come with me and right what had been wronged."
"So we can leave?" Gamora asked. The woman smiled, the lines around her mouth becoming prominent.
"You can stay and wander these shores hoping peace will find you. But peace is elusive, and you could wander here forever, so I suggest you come with me."
Her face dropped suddenly and her countenance changed.
"The decision has been made, and the path chosen. It won't be long now," her eyes were glazed over as if she was seeing something terrible, and her brow was furrowed.
"What about setting everything straight?" Vision asked, slightly disturbed by her change in demeanor.
"I think you'll want to see this."