What about a Reader x Yondu where the reader is a killing machine with short blades, but completely trash with guns? Yondu insist on trying to teach them how to use a pistol, not suspecting the reader to literally let the gun slip from their hands and break their noses since they're so confident with daggers, but the reader is just THAT bad. And even though the reader knew something like that would happen they still try, at least for Yondu!

Broken nose, blood - humour

"I don't see the point" you moaned, arms folded across your chest. "I can defend myself more than well enough, as you very well know, without the use of a gun"

"Ya git them damn knives knocked out yer hand, yer only so good w' yer hands - if ya can use one gun, ya can use any gun. It only makes sense, girl" Yondu folded his arms, mirroring you. You were at a stand still. Yondu looked down on you, tilted his head, waiting for you to give in - because you both knew he was too damn stubborn.

You sighed, dropping your arms to your side. "Fine" He laughed, grinning wide. "Only for my own self defense!"

"Sure thing girlie" he beamed, "Now, c'mon"

You followed him down through the ship, to the gun range that had been built in many years before. You knew how this would go, of course you did. There was a reason you had knives as your weapon of choice.

A minute later, you had a gun in your hands. You were regretting this and you hadn't even started. "Girl, ya ain't even holdin' it right"

You sighed loudly, "Then how am I meant to hold it?"

"Like this" he said, pulling out his own gun and holding it out to show you. You tried to readjust the gun in your hand to copy what Yondu was doing. "Nah, girl, that ain't it" he laughed.

"Glad you think this is funny" you huffed.

He shook his head and came over to you. "Like this" he moved your fingers on the gun, into the right positions. He moved to stand behind you, "Okay, now raise the gun"

You did. "Not like that" he laughed.

You glared at him, "What am I meant to do then?"

He shook his head, clearly amused, "Here" he said softly. He held your wrist, straightening out your arm, "Ya do it like that, yer gonna hurt yer shoulder w' the kick back, so use both hands"

You put your other hand on the gun, over your first hand. Yondu was standing directly behind you. He reached around you, guiding the gun up to a better level. His chest was pressed against your back, you could feel his breath at your ear. It wasn't exactly easy to focus. "Okay" you breathed, "so am I ready now?

"Yeah girlie, 'at's you now. But I'm gonna stay here, support ya the first time from the kick back"

"Okay"

"Whenever yer ready"

You nodded and pulled the trigger. You collided harder than you had imagined with Yondu's chest, loosing your balance completely. Yondu caught you at the waist, but he wasn't quick enough to steady his own footing, and before you new it, you were both on the ground.

Your face hurt. There was blood. You were lying on your back, directly on top of Yondu, who had managed, while trying to stop the fall, to get on hand on your ass, and one on the inside of your thigh. The gun wasn't in your hand anymore.

You groaned, reaching a hand to your face, realising suddenly that you'd broken your nose. "Shit!"

Yondu was mumbling something. He wrapped his arm around your waist and sat you both up, "Stars, woman - wha' was that? Ya alright?" Then he saw your face. "Shit"

You clambered to your feet, hand still at your face, trying to catch any blood that dripped of your broken nose, or your chin. "Fucking guns" you grumbled.

Yondu had pushed himself to his feet too, "Ya can't blame tha' on the gun!"

"It was the gun that collided with my face and broke my damn nose, so yeah! I blame the gun" you growled.

"Stars" he breathed, "Righ' come on, let's git yer face fixed then"

You glared at him for a second, but you had to admit at least to yourself that you weren't actually mad at him. "Fine" you huffed.

Yondu shook his head and sighed. He'd only tried to help.