Tony had asked her to write him an email; he wanted a brief rundown of everything that had happened in WestView, and the role that Wanda played in it. A simple incident report like that should be easy, but Monica was conflicted about the whole thing. She wanted to paint Wanda in the best possible light, obviously, but she also wasn't too sure how much she should say about what happened until Wanda was brought entirely up to speed because she didn't want to cause another rift between the Avengers - after all, the last one had been catestrophic.
But at the same time, if Wanda was causing all of this, bringing up what happened in WestView might make it worse. Especially when Vision wasn't here.
Why wasn't Vision here?
While typing notes to herself - things she wanted to talk to Jimmy about, questions she felt she needed to answer before they proceeded - she got up from where she sat on a bench outside of the pizzeria.
Should we go to the Avengers at all? Maybe we should talk to Batman? Batman is pretty cool. Would talking to anyone matter if all of this was just some kind of Wanda-infused simulation?
Walking and typing was, decidedly, not the best plan. But she was so lost in her own thoughts, and so focused on trying to write down everyone that she was thinking, that her attention just wasn't on what she was doing or her surroundings. She didn't even realise someone else was nearby until she bumped into them hard enough to knock her phone from her hands.
"Shit - I'm sorry!" Without looking at who she'd walked into, she bent down to survey the damage of her phone. Screen not cracked: luck was on her side. "This is on me I should have been watching where I was -- "
When Monica looked up, everything she was about to say left her. At first, she wasn't sure she recognized the person standing in front of her. She looked so different from the last time she'd seen her: healthier, stronger, younger. But when she met the other woman's eyes, the recognition struck her so hard she almost lost her balance.
"Oh my God." She put her hand out to steady herself against the corner of the nearest building. "Oh mu God - Mo - Maria? No. It can't be. It can't be you. I can't - do this."