The Ending Credit & the New Beginning
Natasha jumps and then vanishes. The glowing purple fog seems to embrace her as she falls. Clint can barely see her. She’s become just a small speck at the bottom of the cliff: motionless, insignificant. Those adjectives could never describe Natasha Romanoff in a million years. Yet there she is: a mess of broken bones and shattered potential lying on the bloodied ground. He looks away and slowly climbs back up the rope. The rope shakes in his unsteady hands. But Natasha didn’t die for nothing and he hurries his ass up.
Red Skull greets him with a smug smile. Fucking asshole. Clint leaves the second the stone is presented to him. He doesn’t know how he’s going to tell his team. He doesn’t even know how to tell himself. The shock of everything rendering his mind unable to comprehend anything at the moment.
Red Skull watches the flash of Clint transporting back to the Avengers, then shifts his attention to the bottom of the cliff. He also only sees but a small form lying at the bottom. Serves those Avengers right.
But contrary to what both dumbasses think, that form is no longer lifeless. It in no way is alive; no creature can survive that fall, but something’s happening to it. The illusion begins to fade. The face changes first; the ears grow bigger and pointer. The skin then shifts to being wrinkled and green with the only red on the head coming from the blood.
And so the skrull lies on the ground. Still a motionless, insignificant speck. But those words never described Natasha motherfucking Romanoff… at least not for this time being.