Spider-Man was rather interesting to watch, she didn't know why she hadn't done so sooner. That wasn't stalking, by the way--that was such an ugly way of putting it, she liked to think of it as observing; spying was probably even more of an accurate term the more she thought about it; there was a beneficial purpose behind the task and stalking might suggest that she had nefarious motives to harass him with. But who knew? That might be for another day.
From high above she dipped down into lower elevation and landed on the roof of the warehouse, out of sight. Moving stealthily from across the surface, Spider-Woman found a corner to watch more closely from and smirked. He was definitely playing around with them a bit. Well, she wanted to play, too. Leaping onto the edge, she spread her arms and dived into the middle of the action, and tumbled with grace behind one the thugs.
“Mind if I join you?” She asked, propping an arm against the baffled guy’s shoulder. Flashing Spider-Man a grin, she cracked the mobster’s face with her fist, then yanked him over her shoulder and threw him to the ground, finishing him off with a venom blast. It wasn’t enough to kill him--don’t worry, she wasn’t here for that--but held just enough potency to stun him a little--keep him down. Tickle him a bit. Two down, four to go.