"I... I'm Spiderman..."

Lee chuckled for a moment or two, teleporting to a lamp post infront of the other and swung himself towards the thugs. 

“Do you REALLY think some man in a SPIDER suit would be able to bring me in?” 

Yes, the situation as a whole, given it would have been another time would be amusing, but as of now, it wasn’t. In fact, it was just HIGHLY unneeded, and even unwarranted . Yet, when was the last time anyone ever listened to Bucky besides Steve Rogers? He doubted that this CHILD ( No matter what the age, he was still a CHILD to Barnes ), even had the understanding of exactly what was going on, but it wasn’t as if he cared for the time being — he just wanted to end this so called ‘arrest’ with out having to punch someone back into the forties’.

“I dunno, pal, it’s a pretty nifty spidey suit,” he chided with a slight laugh as he propelled his body into the air, swiftly creating a string of web to swing on. “Mister Stark did a good job designin’ it.”

With a flip the wall-crawler flung bits of web from his shooters, aiming towards his opponent—hoping that his aim wasn’t off.

“I’m scared.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you scared?”

“Is this even legal?”

“Just trust me.”

“We’re locked in!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s too dark in here.”

“Why are we here?”

“They have a gun…”

“They have a knife…”

“Grab what you need, and let’s go.”

“Be quiet. Don’t let them see you.”

“Choose your victim.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“They’re coming for us.”

“How do you know how to do that?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We’re getting out of here unseen.”

“Something moved over there.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“It’s not safe here.”

“This is your fault.”

“We’ve gotta go. Now.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?”

“Hey, how high are you?”

“Is that… a dead body?”

“We’re not alone in here…”

“What do you need me to do?”

“It’s not safe here, you should go.”

“I can’t believe you stole that!”

She grumbled something in irritated Russian, the gun she’d produced slipping out of sight just as quickly as it appeared, her metal hand flexing instinctively as she gave the boy in red-and-blue spandex something close to a glare. 

With an interested expression, the teenager merely twisted his head in fascination—before a sense of disappointment flooded through him.

Lee sighed briefly for a moment or two. Then looked down on people dealing out weapons.