This got more complicated with every detail. Okay, they were going to have the clear the roads whether they used buses or BMW's, so they were going to have to deal with the infected. The Avengers that couldn't lift a truck could lead them away again-- fuck, they could really use Quicksilver then. Iron Man landed heavily on the roof as Spidey stuck to the wall, kneeling with a heavy head and tight fists, counting out a deep breath. Nothing seemed to be moving from up here.
"Noriko, the blue-haired girl, can collect environmental energy," he explained. "She can redirect it and power these guys up." Following Spider-Man, he rolled off of the roof to fall dangerously close to the first bus before heating its roof with his jets. Taking his time to weave through the vehicles for a thorough check, peeking into the windows, all of them looking cleaner than Tony remembered buses ever being. "This might actually work," he called thoughtfully as he coasted Spider-Man's way, coming to a hovering stop in front of the jerking zombie cocoon to watch him gnash angrily before spinning to follow again. "For a bus? Or for the janitor's closet?" he asked of the keys, thinking the latter wasn't very useful. Although, when he finally touched down on the concrete, the door Iron Man stood in front of looked particularly worse for the wear, splintered but still holding on. Cautiously, he reached out to give it a gentle, inquisitive push, getting a groan of wood in return, then another, hungrier one that followed.