Under the noise of the helicopter, the sound of the man's bone snapping was lost, but Tony could see the spasm up his arm and the contortion of pain in his face clear enough to make him wince. He couldn't quite fault Elektra for being on a hair-trigger, but that was a little overboard.
By the time the last agent had raised his gun to sight, Tony had decided to get in the middle of this before she broke anyone else. He slammed her back against the helicopter, pressed against her while he shouted to the agents to stand down, and held her head with a hand pressed over her ear with his cheek to hers. "How many chances do you think you get? Because mine isn't the only patience you have to test here," he hissed.