Only to run straight into Iron Man, who stopped short long enough to grab Spidey around the chest and pull him back through the hole. The man who had tried to grapple with him was on the floor and shouting angrily, which might have had something to do with the hasty retreat. The only explanation Iron Man gave was, "Nope, out, abort." So they had found a pocket of crazies or cultists or something else that weren't taking kindly to their offers, who were the Avengers to insist when all these guys wanted to do was shoot and claw at them? Best case scenario, they subdue the group and take them back to their tiny pocket of civilization just for the shooting to start again. No go. There was no police station doorstep to drop them off on anymore.
"You okay?" Iron Man asked when they reached the roof of the bus station, hovering without quite touching down or letting Spider-Man go without confirmation. Which was when he noticed the group streaming out of the station doors, filling the narrow lanes between the neatly parked buses, all eyes turning up on them. Okay, cultists. Tony's money was on cultists. Why did this always happen? And they kept the place so nice, too.