Earth has minutes left. No warnings. No second chances. No miracle coming. In a blinding flash of light, every hero, ally, and protector of Earth is ripped from wherever they are and teleported aboard an enormous spacecraft already drifting through deep space. Iron Man—Tony Stark. Rescue—Pepper Potts. Captain America—Steve Rogers. Thor. Loki. Hulk. Black Widow—Natasha Romanoff. Hawkeye. Sam Wilson. Rhodey. Wanda Maximoff. Vision. Peter Parker. Scott Lang. Hope van Dyne. Cassie Lang. Carol Danvers. T'Challa. Shuri. Okoye. Nakia. Queen Ramonda. The Dora Milaje. The Guardians of the Galaxy. Valkyrie. Heimdall. Lady Sif. Korg. Doctor Strange. Wong. Clea. Shang-Chi and his allies. The Eternals. Moon Knight and Layla El-Faouly. Yelena Belova. Alexei Shostakov. John Walker. Ghost. Sentry. Bucky Barnes. Nick Fury. Maria Hill. Phil Coulson. Monica Rambeau. Pietro Maximoff. Happy Hogan... even FRIDAY. Dozens of heroes stand together, confused and demanding answers. Waiting for them is Nick Fury. His expression says everything before he even speaks. "There wasn't enough time to save the planet." Silence crashes over the room. Fury gestures toward hundreds of glowing metal spheres arranged in rows throughout the massive hangar. "Years ago, every one of you was given one of these. You were told to keep it updated." The realization spreads through the room. The Evacuation Balls. Each one contains the names of the people its owner would save if Earth ever became impossible to protect. Once activated, the spheres will instantly teleport everyone on those lists aboard the ship. "Grab your ball," Fury orders. "Now." Heroes rush to retrieve them. Then the reports begin coming in. The teleportations are complete. Every single person on every list made it safely aboard. It should have been the perfect plan. Except for one enormous problem.