In Earth's low orbit, aboard the I-541 weather-monitoring space station controlled by Vivian, sails over fifty meters wide began to unfold like those of a seafaring vessel. Sunlight struck the mirror-smooth sails, refracting brilliant golden light.
"Psychic wave sails deployed..."
"Deployment complete..."
"Adjusting psychic wave frequency..."
"Adjustment complete..."
"Target locked: Earth..."
"Beginning transmission..."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One..."
Above the Pacific Ocean, the Deep-Sea Great Prison surfaced. Among the Avengers, Tony Stark wore his red-and-gold Nano Armor, sleek and close-fitting, gleaming brilliantly beneath the sunlight.
Steve Rogers wore Captain America's suit and held his shield. With the sea breeze blowing against him, he faced the sun, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced around at everyone.
Peter Parker wore the new Spider-Man suit Tony Stark had given him. Small and strikingly bright, he stood beside Iron Man, making the two look like father and son.
Natasha Romanoff wore a black bodysuit. With a flick of both hands, she retracted her Widow's Bite into her wrists.
Hawkeye wore a black combat uniform, a quiver slung across his back, while his recurve bow had been put away.
High above the Pacific, T'Challa piloted a Wakandan warship through the sky, ready to provide support.
Bruce Banner had not transformed. He stood on the steel floor of the Deep-Sea Great Prison as the Pacific wind tossed his curly hair about.
"We rarely get everyone together for an operation, and Ross just wrapped it up like that? At least let our big green baby come out and stretch his legs." Tony Stark joked.
Bruce Banner rolled his eyes at him.
"It is better if things are resolved simply." Steve Rogers hung his shield on his back and spoke.
"Captain, it is not that simple. Ebony Maw has already escaped the Deep-Sea Great Prison." Natasha Romanoff shook her