Savior

Chapter twenty five: Family Time

I'm bored.

I haven't done anything but read and walk around all morning.

Everyone seemed pretty busy and I didn't really feel like going to see Loki right now.

I get up from the couch to head to my room but I pass by Buckys door and right as I pass it he opens the door.

"Oh hey Bucky."

"Hey Y/N, what's up?"

I follow him walking down the hall, "nothing I'm bored."

"You can come with me. I know Tony doesn't want you to train but I'm only practicing with the bag and shooting practice?"

"I haven't shot a gun before. You sure you want me to come?" I ask not wanting to be in his way but he seemed like he genuinely wanted me to join him.

"I insist. It will be fun," he smiles opening the door to the training area for me.
"I'm going to warm up a bit before we shoot ok." He says changing his shirt into a tank top.

I nod at him and take a seat near the wall opposite the punching bag.

This man is a beast and hot, shit.

If that punching bag was a person I'm sure they would have died three times at this point. He barely broke a sweat. I just watched him hit the bag precisely and quickly.

After about 30 minutes the chain broke and the bag fell the ground creating a small puff of sand around it.

"Uh I guess that's done then," he said awkwardly picking up the bag and moving it to the side.

I know this man did not just pick that shit up like it was a fucking notebook.

"Come on we'll go outside to shoot," he picks up a large duffle bag hanging by the door and held the door open for me to walk out with him.

He put on a black hoodie, it's was cloudy and a little cold, like when it just finished raining.

He put the bag down and went over to push a button on the wall. 5 targets at different distances appeared above the grass in front of us.

He kneels down to open the bag as I stand over him with my hands in my pockets.

He pulls out a normal sized hand gun then three rediculous years large guns.

"You know how to use those?" I ask surprised.

"Unfortunately yes," he chuckles cocking the smallest gun and putting in the magazine. "Do you want to go first?"

"No um why don't you show me how it's done first," I say gently punching his shoulder.

He laughs then gets into a comfortable stance and starts shooting the first target that is about 25 feet away.
He gets the bullseye every time.

I start getting a little nervous, I want to impress him.

He finished the magazine and replaced it casually like he did it on a daily based while brushing his teeth or something.

"Alright your turn." He hands me the gun.

I take a deep breath and get into position to hit the same target.
I shoot but miss the target not expecting the kickback.

"Look," he places his hands over mine and puts his face next to my line of vision, " look over this piece and keep your arms slightly bent and flexed."

I nod them follow his instructions.

I take my time to aim and when I finally shoot I hit the target almost perfectly centered.