TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

WORDS OF ADVICE

CHAPTER 20

Words of Advice

Trevor could feel the weight of the gun in his hand even more now. It was probably the most unnerving feeling he'd ever experienced, knowing he held so much power in such a small handgun. Out of the corner of his optics, Bumblebee noticed the shaky way in which Trevor was holding it. He knew what that was like, he'd always felt that way the first few times he had arms training after all. "Hey," Trevor peered up at his father calmly. "It's okay, Trev. You won't be shooting anyone, just paper targets." He added. "Plus the one time you did shoot a gun, you hit Barricade dead on in the optic."

"I got insanely lucky," Trevor replied. "I was just so angry at him for attacking you that something in me snapped. I'm not even sure why I went for the gun, or how I managed to hit that bullseye," He admitted.

Bumblebee smirked a little bit, looking down at Trevor. "That sounds a lot more natural talent to me," Trevor snorted, but Bumblebee gave him a look as they entered the shooting range. "No, honest. Do you know how tall Barricade is?" Trevor shrugged. "Taller than I'd think most fifteen year olds would be able to measure let alone hit," He explained.

Ironhide stared over, having heard the conversation. It was clear that even he was a bit impressed by the action. Trevor pushed some of his blond bangs away, and tried to hide the fact he was blushing. "I'd like to see some of this so-called "natural talent"," Ironhide commented, as he crossed his arms. "Especially considering he's struggling to even hold it," He explained.

Bumblebee nodded, leading Trevor to a spot, he activated his holoform. Soon, Trevor was being helped into the right position, his muscles, and stomach tightening even more than before. In front of him, a series of white papers marked his targets, which were high up. Clearly, they were teaching him how to shoot other Cybertronians, which made him even more nervous. "Just relax," Bumblebee rubbed the boy's arm gently. "Aim it nice and steady now, I'm gonna shoot it with you one time, okay?" Trevor nodded rigidly. "Alright," He put his finger on top of his, which was on the trigger. "At the count of three. One... Two..."

The gunshot was loud this time, shocking Trevor and shooting his shoulder back as he grunted in pain. The bullet hit its target, much to his surprise, and relief. "That's all there is to it," Bumblebee began calmly. "Pull the hammer back, aim, and fire. Two hands is best according to Google," He told him calmly. "I'm letting go, now. But Ironhide and I are going to be watching." He pointed up toward another marker calmly. "See if you can hit that on your own."

Bumblebee stepped back to stand with Ironhide, who looked at Bumblebee. "Don't be too disappointed if he can't hit it," Bumblebee frowned as Ironhide said that. "The kid is not half-bad, though he needs a lot of work. If that means it's in all fields, than he wouldn't be the first," Bumblebee nodded, understanding now. "Besides, I've seen only a few younglings with natural marksmanship-."

He never finished his sentence before the gun went off, his optics growing wide. Sure enough, Trevor had hit his target dead on, much to the weapons specialist's surprise. Though the boy was still growing used to the kickback, clearly shown by the way he rubbed his arm. "Well I'll be slagged," Ironhide muttered. "Kid, you're telling me you've only fired a gun once before this?"

"Lucky shot?" Trevor questioned.

"Maybe," Ironhide replied. "See the furthest one to the left?" Trevor turned and nodded his head. "Let me see ye try to hit that."

This time, all of Ironhide's attention was on Trevor, his optics twinkling with curiosity. Bumblebee was simply grinning proudly as Trevor fired the shot, and this time, though it did not hit dead on, it did graze, and substantially rip the target. "Boy, you've got a slaggin' eye for marksmanship," Trevor turned, his eyes wide with wonder. "I'd be mighty curious to see how you'd do with a rifle, or even one of our own weapons."