"Oh, they won't find out, sweetie, that's the beauty of it." One quick twist and his wrist snapped. That wasn't the worst, but it was a warning. "Anything else on you that I need to know about, Tony?" She asked, tossing him into a heap onto the floor.
She walked over and picked up the gun, holding it in her hand for a moment before she took whatever bullets remained inside it and turned them into tiny, useless fragments. She tossed the gun away again and walked back over to Tony, "Now," she grabbed him and jerked him back up to his feet, pulling him further into the apartment, shoving him roughly down onto the couch, "Are you going to stop being an idiot and thinking you can outdo me, or are you going to make another move you're going to really regret later?"