Moments ago she'd been alone on the street. Now she had two gunmen trying to kill her for reasons unknown, and two Avengers helping her out. Were they Avengers? Well, they were on the Avengers Network, at any rate--and time to worry about that later.
The pain in her arm was already fading, though the heat bloom would linger a bit longer. The hole in her brand new leather jacket, however, was forever. To say nothing of the charred smell of scorched leather.
She ran over to the rifleman--sans rifle now--who was clutching at his face, where Spider-Man had blinded him with a clot of webbing. He had tried to pull it free but only succeeded in getting his hands stuck to his face.
Three rapid gunshots behind her launched her heart into her throat. She spun to see Hawkeye engaging the other rifleman, who had dropped his primary weapon and resorted to a backup.
Speaking of which...Ellen slapped the webbed-up gunman down in a hasty search for more weapons, and found a handgun in his waistband. It was a 9mm Sig Sauer. Not bad.
She turned and aimed it at the other gunman, just in case Hawkeye needed help.