Lara stood on the roof top and watched as Spider-Man, Peter Parker's nom de guerre, swooped back down off the roof and set to disarming the men, whipping them soundly, and stringing them up on the light posts. She arched an eyebrow at the witty bit of banter between the young man and the baddies as she crossed her arms and cocked her hip, waiting for him to come back.
She had to admit, the kid had style. They weren't that far apart in age, six, maybe seven years at most. It impressed her that he was skilled in fighting. She hadn't been quite as skilled at his age. She knew from the comics Bryce read that he'd gained his super powers due to a bite from a radioactive spider, but he must have trained to be able to fight the way he did.
Lara saw Peter make his way back up to her and she smiled at him, waiting until he landed to thank him for his actions, pointless though they were. Holding out her hand for him to shake, she spoke. "I thank you for your noble intentions, but I was not in any trouble, Mr. Parker. If anything, those men would have been begging to be saved. However, it was quite sweet of you to trouble yourself so."