Peter / Bond
Oh, Peter knew he was doing a good job at distracting the military men. It was the only way he knew to not have most of them get killed. Doing his 'dance' and webbing them all up in various places.
Though, he also knew what Bond was doing. Well... That wasn't entirely true. Peter didn't know if James meant to kill these men or not, but even with that doubt he trusted the spy not to do so. These men were following orders, awful orders, but orders none the less. Then again, he wasn't one to follow orders himself, unless it was Cap giving them out. These points were moot when Peter noticed Bond done with his scheme, basically giving him the 'thumbs up' with showing of the device and his nod.
"Well guys." Peter paused for just a moment, a small smile on his face. "I guess this is my... Q(cue)." Saying that, in less than a second he jumped twenty feet into the air. As he did, his shooter planted a small trap underneath him that webbed all their guns and immediately brought those weapons to face the ground. He then webbed himself away from the ground, towards Bond, but high enough to not bring any attention to the spy. Except for:
"See what I did there?! Q?" Peter landed himself on the wall above the middle section. "It's like yo-Whoa!" Shots rang out against him, he dodge most, but one found his lower ribs, luckily, with the other Miguel's foresight, it didn't affect him much. "Argh! Aw... Ya got me!" Peter dropped to the ground, playing at being wounded. The men in the middle decided to try and swarm him.
"Je suis blessé et je me rends. S'il te plaît, pas plus." Peter once again put a hand up in faux surrender.