"I'm armed," Daredevil adds, glad that he hasn't gotten around to returning those taser batons he's borrowed from Natasha. He knows how to find her later, once he no longer needs them, and she's got other weapons in the meantime. He can hear the shift of leather and steel that says 'sword' to his senses on the tracker, though that weird low humming resonating down the blade is new. Sounds like everyone has something to defend themselves with; that's good. "We're going to have a hell of a time fighting anything if we're roped up. I say tracker goes first, Antarctica second. I'll take up the rear."

He's not used to having to deal with group tactics from this end, but it seems straightforward enough to him. Melee fighters on the end for greater mobility, long range fighter protected in the middle. And of course the tracker should be in the lead - Matt's senses are exceptional, but he's not used to following a trail purely by smell, especially not in these conditions.

Matt smiles slightly when Steve addresses him, even though neither of them can see it. "I'm pretty sure protecting people is part of the job description, actually. We'll find the kids, captain." And then, because he knows damn well his identity is already blown, he lowers his voice and adds, "If you need anything else, just let me know. I know what it's like, what you're going through. You don't have to deal with it alone."