A/N: The drabble which inspired my one-shot about Charming's childhood 'Heart of Steel'...check it out if you haven't already!
Recoil
It sat on the desk in front of him, gleaming grey under the harsh florescent lights. With determined hands, he picked it up and let the weight of it balance on his palm.
This one should be right for you son…not too heavy to learn with.
He ran his fingers over the metal, inspecting it closely. It was in good condition, clean and well looked after.
Always make sure it's clean…don't want anything interfering with the firing mechanism.
Carefully, he fit the bullets in one by one and then flicked it closed with a satisfying click.
Make sure to concentrate…you can never be too careful at any stage when handling it.
Lifting it up into his level of sight, he aimed it towards one of the metal bars across the room, two hands holding it steady.
Be prepared for the recoil…it can throw you off balance if you're not prepared.
Without firing, he brought it down with a sigh.
He knew the memories which allowed him to handle the gun with ease weren't real but if it helped him to protect Henry and get the rest of his family back…then he'd exploit the skills the memories imparted for all their worth.
