Moving Targets
Iris’s POV
It took Iris just a few days to make a full recovery although there was still a slight limp in her walk as the bullet had torn through muscle.
Although Iris was struggling a little it didn’t stop her from training. Fury took this as a sign that she was ready to get back to the Avengers, much to the dismay of Bucky who wanted her to do nothing but sit and sleep.
“You really shouldn’t be doing this.” Bucky whispered during their latest mission. A small house sat at the edge of the forest where Iris and Bucky were hiding in. Bucky was teaching Iris to use his favorite weapon: a sniper rifle. They were waiting for the pair of victims to leave the house. Iris had no idea who they were and what they had done wrong but she preferred to be clueless, it helped with the guilt.
“You need to…” Bucky continued but Iris cut him of in an exasperated tone.
“Recover. I know Buck, but I need to get out of the tower once and a while or I’ll go crazy.”
“I know but…” Suddenly Bucky stopped talking, his entire body going completely still. Iris looked over the small hill they were behind and saw a group of about ten very heavily armed people walking out the house.
“Shit, I thought Fury said they were just some run-of-the-mill goons.” Iris swore.
“I guess not.” Bucky released the safety on his weapon, Iris quickly following in suite. “Let’s make this quick.”
Iris took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. Although in the past two weeks she had killed more people than she had ever could have guessed it didn’t make it any easier.
She stared into the scope just as Bucky had showed her earlier, training the rifle at her first target. The man turned his head and Iris felt as though he knew she was there. A shiver ran through her body as a black car pulled into the driveway in front of the house.
He can’t see you. He can’t see you. Iris repeated this in her head over and over again like a prayer. Then she pulled the trigger.
The bullet sped directly into her target’s brain causing him to crumble into a heap of dead flesh. The rest of the men panicked, getting into formation with weapons drawn. One by one Bucky and Iris took them out before they could even figure out which direction the bullets were coming from.
Soon only two men remained. By then they had figured out the snipers were hiding in the woods in front of the house. The two of them zigzagged towards the woods as an attempt to dodge Bucky and Iris. Iris being a much less experienced sniper couldn’t hit them but Bucky managed just fine. The two men slumped to the floor long before they reached the edge of the forest were Bucky and Iris were hidden.
“Good work angel. Although you could use some work on moving targets.” Bucky smirked. Iris couldn’t believe how casually Bucky talked about killing people. Here shock must have been apparent because Bucky instantly dropped the smile. “I’m sorry, that was insensitive.”
Bucky seemed about ready to say something else when suddenly a man clad head-to-toe in combat gear slipped out from a tree aiming a gun straight at the back of Bucky’s head.
“Get down!” Iris shouted. Bucky ducked as Iris yanked a pistol from her belt, shooting the man without hesitation as he fired his own gun where Bucky’s head was a mere second ago.
While the man’s bullet ran itself into the ground, Iris’s hit its target dead between the eyes. He was dead.
Iris dropped her arm holding the gun to her side, slightly in shock. After a few moments she managed to recover, noticing Bucky had stood up and was brushing himself off.
“Thank you, angel.” Bucky nodded and Iris returned the gesture.
“I still can’t believe Fury sent us out on Fourth of July” Iris groaned.
“At least we have an excuse to eat pie tonight.” Bucky smiled.
“You really think I need an excuse to eat pie?” Iris rolled her eyes before the two of them began walking towards the rendezvous point where they would meet their ride home.
Home. I guess I really am an Avenger now.