Marco sighed, running one hand through his hair. He'd hoped that more people would show up, but it seemed that they had all they were going to get right here. Okay, fine, I can work with this.
He schooled his features into the kind of commanding look he'd seen Jake adopt in times like these and faced the group. "Okay. Here's the plan: When we get in there, I want Wolverine," he nodded at Logan, "the two Irons, and," he glanced at Seth, "you, I'm sorry I don't know your name but we can do introductions after this, to get in his face. Once you're there, fuck him up. Your job is to make sure he keeps his focus on you guys. Yes, it's dangerous, and you'll probably be taking heavy damage. But that's the point."
He turned to Codex next. "You, Codex, are our dedicated healer. You need to be in the safest spot on the battlefield. That," he gestured to KITT, "is where KITT comes in." He wasn't entirely concerned with whether KITT was unnerved at Marco knowing his name without ever meeting him before. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thing. Typically he'd have her healing focused on the tanks, but since two of them flat-out told her not to, and the other two might not be affected by it in their powersuits, he figured he'd give it a brief mention and move on. "If the tanks need healing, let 'em have it, but if it's not viable focus on whoever else needs it." He gave her a serious look. Not intimidating, but he wanted to make sure she realized how important his next statement was. "You need to stay inside. He'll know you're a healer, and that paints a bulls eye on your head. A big bulls eye." He glanced at KITT. "Keep Codex safe. If you can do lifescans, do them often, so that she knows who needs her healing the most. If you want to fire any weapons you have at him, go for it, we'll need all the offensive help we can get."
He'd noticed the girl with the bow and turned to her. "You and me will be firing from ranged. We stay close enough to communicate, but far enough that one attack won't take out both of us. If there's available cover, we take up positions behind it, if not then we'll need to keep on the move."
He turned to Soren and Dr. Strange. "You guys already have the right idea. All I can add is that I want layered protections on as many of us as you can, excluding me. I've got protection already." He gestured to the anti-ray shield, the amulet-looking thing he was wearing around his neck. "After that, go with your plans. I especially like the bubble idea, Doctor."
He turned to Bladezz. "I can tell from what you've got there that you should be the key doing massive sneak attack damage. Go with that." He didn't know what the other woman could do, but he didn't want Bladezz on his own. "Ma'am, you'll be doing the same thing." He tossed his energy sword to her, sword-belt, sheath and all. "Swing that. It's got a little extra oomph, but then again, most of us have got a little extra oomph ourselves."
He glanced around at all of them, then smashed his fist into his open palm. "We're done waiting. Remember your roles. Let's do this thing." Not caring about the scene anymore, he opened his duffel and removed the rifle, checking it like a pro before slinging it over his shoulder. "Move out." Despite his desire to shout the Avenger's catchphrase, his mood had taken on a bit too serious of a turn for that.
He led the group across the street, pausing briefly at the door. Here we go... He shoved open the doors and proceeded to head in, keeping low. Or at least that's what he tried to do. Instead, the group was teleported, much like in an actual instance, into the main battlefield. He identified it as Rockefeller Square.
"Everybody go!" He saw a good spot and tossed a significant look at Tink to catch her attention, then jerked his head and began moving swiftly to the area he'd spotted as perfect for ranged combat. The two of them set up there, and he signaled her to stay down. He didn't want to draw any attention until after the tanks were in position.