Peter thought about securing the weapons to the ground but Hawkeye and the other girl seemed to have it in hand, and he was quite clearly surplus to requirement. He would have webbed both the men but one was already down with webbing on his face and the other was being held up by the not at all intimidating woman he figured he wasn't really needed.
"Peter," Karen's voice said softly, interrupting his thoughts, "There are some cell phones nearby that are recording what's happening."
"Thanks, Karen," he replied, turning his head to look where his display was indicating the phones. He stretched out a hand and shot a web at it, causing it to ricochet back into his waiting grip.
He rocked on his heels where he was stood and cleared his throat. "Uh- good job guys. Yep. Good job."
In the distance, Peter heard sirens. Time for him to go. He reached up and, with one last glance at the dynamic duo, he webbed away, awkwardly departing the scene.