Yeah, he was going to beat the life right out of the asswipe who arranged this. John gave Iris a reassuring smile as she approached, and he nodded at her question. "You'll be fine," he promised her, patting her shoulder. He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms under hers to give her some support. He cupped one hand under hers, and the other he braced against both their wrists.
Peering down the length of their arms, he checked the sight of the gun, adjusted their hold, and then nodded. "Alright, you're good to go. You can close your eyes if you want." John met Cole's gaze briefly, trying to reassure him, and then Peter's. He offered the latter man a small smile. "We're aiming above your left shoulder. If you're going to flinch, try to flinch to your right." He took a steadying breath. "Whenever you're ready, Iris."