Miguel fired a line of webbing at the guy's back and yanked hard on it once it had landed. The would-be mugger flew back through the air, but Miguel was already moving. The webbing was anchored on the closest fire escape, and any struggling soon stopped as the guy was cocooned within layer after layer of webbing. Soon enough, the idiot was hanging three feet above the ground and swaying very slightly as he continued to try and struggle.
"A bow, you said?" Miguel asked over his shoulder, already adding one to the cocoon, before lowering himself down yet more webbing to hang upside down in front of the guy.
"If I ever hear of you trying something like this again," he hissed, "I won't play so nice with you." He brought his free hand up at that and gave the guy an excellent view of his inch-long razor-sharp talons, and in close-up too.