We Are Ronins

So, I'm rewriting We Are Ronins, because I really wanted to write what a grown up Rowen would be like in the Marvel Universe since he's only three years younger than Tony Stark. XD No real pairings, although I still ship Steve X Kayura, unless someone mentions something that I might find adorable. I might turn this into a strip on my deviantart page, so feed back is very much appreciated! I don't anything, duh, but I sure as hell I wish I did! Oh, and shout out to Okami Princess for being beta-ing this for me! :D

Prologue

Rowen looked at Tony, "hountoni deskuka?"

"What, you don't like it?" The man asked as the metal mask slid open to reveal his surprised face. Rowen had a tendency to revert to Japanese when he thought that he was doing something dumb. The Iron Man armor, in Rowen's opinion, was both an eyesore and a significant problem. It could fly, shoot laser beams, and was pretty much impervious. It was a big problem in the grand scheme of the modern warfare, especially, with the man who was 'king' of warfare had decided that he wouldn't make weapons anymore would build the most advanced weapon out there. Hypocritical. Naive and foolish.

"So you couldn't pick a better name," he asked.

Tony started to the mechanism that helped unlatch the pieces as he walked towards the man who was only three years junior, who looked like half of his age. Rowen was taller than he was, and lanky, with sharper features but it was his strange cerulean blue hair that made the Japanese man stand out. Tony had been convinced for years that it was dyed until one time he plucked a hair from his friend's head to put it under a microscope to find it was indeed blue. He asked, "Titanium Man didn't sound as metal."

Rowen rubbed his hand under his glasses and pinched his nose briefly. Of course, he chose the name based on music preference. He remembered many nights waking up in the lab to Tony cranking out some sort dregs that he considered an American music masterpiece. It was probably based on the Black Sabbath Song of the same name. Why didn't he think of that in the first place? He looked at the man who was a bit stockier than he was with dark hair and eyes. He had impeccably groomed hair and goatee and wore denim pants and a shirt that had some sort of American metal band on it. Tony had a vast collection of t-shirts with bands on them. Any normal person who have made some sort of integration suit. Of course, he prioritized comfort and style over everything else. He sighed as he asked the obvious follow-up question, "So, do I get to see it?"

Tony asked, trying not to smirk, "See what?"

Rowen rolled his eyes, "You really don't think Rhodey didn't tell me about the miniature arc reactor in your chest?"

"Well, now that's a matter of how nicely you ask."

Rowen didn't like when the man played with him and walked over to him. Tony had a tendency to underestimate him for whatever reason. Of course, Tony didn't really know his past as completely as he thought he did. He grabbed the man lightly and pulled him back to face him while yanking his shirt up. Tony pretended to squeal like a little girl, "Oh, Mr. Hashiba, if you wanted to be that way with me, you should have said something."

Rowen glared at him and saw the glowing piece in the middle of the man's chest. It glowed with a light that looked so familiar to him, but he didn't say anything. He crossed his arms, "Father, doesn't want me to work for you anymore."

"You still listen to your Dad?"

Rowen narrowed his eyes at the sound of shock in his voice, "Says you're a bad influence."

"Oh, I'm the worst!" He grinned ear to ear. Rowen had been disobeying his father on a regular basis since they started being friends. Tony was pleasantly pleased about that whenever he heard Genichirou was displeased. If there was anyone who reminded him too much of his own father, it was Rowen's. Probably why their dads couldn't stand each other once upon a time. "Technically, you're not working for me anymore."

"I'm not, did you fire me again as a prank?"

"No, I turned the company over to Pepper." He said as he grabbed the soldering iron from his tool kit. "Your Dad can't complain about me now."

"I'm sure he'll find a way," Rowen laughed as he walked around the metal suit. It was strange the memories it brought back and he felt like he went quiet for a long time.

Tony noticed Rowen looking the suit over, and he wondered why he suddenly went so quiet looking at the machine. He had known the man a long time and sometimes he went quiet like this. These moments, Tony had learned the hard way several times, it was best if he left the man alone. One time he had interrupted and Rowen slugged him. Despite how gangly and lean the man looked, he had one hell of a punch. Tony saw Rowen snap out of his trance, "How was Pluto?"

Rowen smirked, "Look, be careful okay? I don't want to have to write any eulogies."

Tony sighed and waved him off, "Nah. I perfected the freezing problem in phase two."

Rowen just looked sad, "if you need me for anything. Let me know. I don't want you to think you're in this alone."

"I know, Robro," he grinned. "Between you and Rhodey, I won't get a scratch."

Rowen nodded again and crossed his arms, "Anyways, I have dinner plans with an old friend..."

"Ooooh, is it Sage again," Tony teased and Rowen just sighed with a silent nod before leaving the garage. He wondered about the man sometimes, and wondered how come he was so melancholic all the time before he went to work on a servo that was a little glitchy. He glanced up and saw Rowen looking back sadly at him from the top of the staircase just as Pepper descended them to come bother him about something.