If Jason was taken surprised - or impressed - by Ronan's lack of response at the gun being pointed in his direction, he didn't show it. "Pretty sure my crisis happened when I came back from the dead," Jason said. "I'm all uncrisised now, but thanks for trying to psycho-analyze me or whatever."

The truck stopped moving and people started getting up and hopping off. Jason waited for the crush to get past him before getting up himself, his hands gently brushing over the handles of his guns. Security blanket and all that. Though, really, he'd do anything to have his red helmet back with him. Or even a domino mask. Without them, he felt oddly naked going into a fight.

"The hell is your damage anyway?"