You know, they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

[ Eventually the figure of someone repeatedly flinging themselves at the heavens and getting summarily rejected and flung back to the ground was bound to draw the attention of an Avenger or two. Or maybe some Greek philosophers? Either way, Natasha shows up to watch the latest impact, standing above the crater Carol is making for herself and eyeing her with a sort of bemused curiosity.

Arms crossed over her chest and one booted foot on the edge of the Carol-sized impact site, she peers at the blond woman, one eyebrow raised. ]

This looks... fun?