Ronan blinked at the movement of the gun but it was only a reflex. Regarding it, his face was the impassive and not the kind one would mistake for bravado. He'd seen far, far worse than a gun or two. It didn't diminish the lethality of the weapons but he knew that Jason wouldn't use them on him now. He also knew that there were worse fates than a shot to the head.

Like a tire iron.

Ronan didn't take his eyes off Jason.

"If you're on the verge of a midlife crisis, don't call me 'kid,'" Ronan said once Jason had finished going through his internal age crisis. If he were his brother, he would have topped that one off with a "dur." As he was Ronan, and a great deal less of a cream puff, it went unspoken.