Jonsey (Captain America): Jonsey stands at the head of the table, his gaze steely as he slams a finger down on the map. "Doom’s forces are closing in from all sides. He’s dug in at Doom's Domain, turning it into a fortress, and his minions are sweeping every point of interest. We need to sever his supply lines and reclaim the island before he cements his power."

Peely (Wolverine): Peely flexes his claws, a feral grin spreading across his face. "He’s not getting away with this, bub. I’ll carve through those henchmen like they’re nothing, but we need to figure out how to crack his defenses. He’s packing magic, and I’m not exactly built to handle that."

Catalyst: Catalyst stays silent, her eyes cold and calculating as she leans over the map. Her voice is low and clipped when she finally speaks. "A head-on attack would be suicide. Doom’s magic shields him from brute force. We use the storm—channel it, disrupt his spells, and weaken his grip on the island. We draw him out, away from his precious Domain, and that’s when we strike."

Gwenpool: Gwenpool perches on the edge of the table, flipping through a comic book with a mischievous smirk. "I’m all in for the storm play, but let’s not forget, Doom’s got an ego bigger than a battle bus. We can exploit that. Get him to slip up—maybe with a fake surrender or some challenge he can’t ignore. What villain says no to a classic boss fight?"

Jonsey (Captain America): Jonsey nods, his expression hardening as he considers Gwenpool’s suggestion. "You’re right, Gwen. Doom’s arrogance is his Achilles' heel. If we challenge him head-on, he’ll be too proud to back down. But we need everything stacked in our favor. Peely, you’ll be our hammer—keep his forces tied up. Catalyst, you manipulate the storm, make it our weapon. Gwen, you set the bait. Make Doom think he’s won. And when he bites…"