Laurel's lips parted with a faint gasp as she realised what they were being told. Suddenly, Nebula's hollow explaination of Vormir made sense, the eerie statement of loosing her sister being a perfect explaination for the price of the Soul Stone.
Red Skull allowed the trio to gather their thoughts. 
As Natasha took a seat on one of the slabs of debris scattered over the cliff's peak, Clint's focus was on the Stonekeeper. He chuckled nervously, waving to the once deadly villain. "How's it going?" he asked rhetorically, before turning back to the two women. "Maybe he's making this shit up..." His attempt was to make himself believe that the price of the Soul Stone was too significant to give. It was insane. 
"No. I don't think so," Natasha said softly with the shake of her head. 
"Why, 'cause he knows your Daddy's name?" Clint's sarcasm was evident his humour being the only thing that could make this whole situation seem grounded. 
"I didn't..." Natasha admitted in a whisper, resting her head against her closed fist. 
In front of her, Laurel was pacing back and fourth, muttering incoherent statements and letting out faint chuckles beneath her breath. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, movements erratic and unpredictable. "This is ridiculous, right?" she asked her friends through ragged breathing. She began to laugh. "My mother's name isn't Elise, is it?" Though she didn't want to admit it, the name was familiar to her but she couldn't pinpoint why. "This is some big fucking joke." 
"Thanos left here with the stone without his daughter..." Natasha continued with realisation, looking up to Laurel. "It's not a coincidence."
Clint agreed with her, resting his hand on Laurel's shoulder to hold the woman in place. Laurel pressed her trembling hands to her eyes, inhaling sharply as she tried to ease her racing heart and rapid thoughts. 
"Whatever it takes," Natasha recalled. 
Laurel nodded slowly. "Whatever it takes..." 
"Whatever it takes." Clint's conclusion made the three share a worried glance. Someone wasn't going home... 
There was a short beat of silence tht fell over the trio, the realisation slowly dawning on each one. The lack of words shared detailed their shared fears and worries for what the future held.
"If we don't get that stone, billions of people stay dead," Natasha spoke up through the eerie silence. She stood, glancing over to her two longest friends.
"Then I guess we both know who it's gotta be..." Clint said softly, unable to make eye contact.
Laurel could feel her heart hammering against her chest. She was okay with it. "Yeah... we do..." she agreed with a short nod. Her fingertips grazed over the dog tags hanging around her neck, tracing out the names engraved in the metal.
There was a long silence as Clint reached out, taking hold of Laurel's fist and letting Natasha's open palm fall into his. "I'm starting to think– we mean different people here."
Laurel knew it should be her. What impact could she make on the world? People still only saw her as the Black Siren, a symbol of fear and crime. At least, if she did the heroic thing and sacrificed herself to save billions of others, she'd be at peace with that. She'd have finally done some she could be proud of, something that made her feel like a hero.