Well, this was bad. Iron Man was down and zombies were dog piling on him. "Uhh.. Iron Man?!" Spidey took an uncertain step back from the mess. It was really hard to concentrate here with the undead rushing around like this. God, he prayed that Stark's armor would protect him from a bite. The last thing the Avengers needed was another team mate going down. Quickly Spider-Man darted his eyes over to the door way frame and noticed the handful of undead pushing forward to cram out into the open. Oh, they couldn't let that happen! He brought up an arm and fired several blasts of webbing sealing the doorway up. It should at least buy them some time here.
Ok, now onto Stark. Peter brought arm up to fire a web line at one of the creeps and more bad news happened. One of his webshooters was out! "Great." The other one was also almost empty. Only one cartridge left too. He was going to have to conserve this stuff soon. It wasn't easy to make right now. "Tony?" A worried tone hit Peter's voice. He sent two web lines at two of the three zombies on top of the armored figure and yanked them off. Spidey webbed them both to the wall with the last of his other arm's webbing and then stopped to refill that last cartridge.