<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares / John Aaron (John Aaron / Ares)<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: NOW in the Hangar<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Iceman, Scarlet Witch, and Wolverine (mentioned) Ms. Marvel<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ares felt Ms. Marvel’s hand upon his bicep, and his sapphire eyes flicked in her direction to see her gesturing toward the  hangar. He had just listened to Bobby’s introduction, learning that the young man had control over ice. Uncrossing his arms, Ares held his hand out in the direction of his ax, and the weapon materialized in a white blaze before it. He grasped its arm and holstered it back into the steel ring that carried it.<br/><br/>Without another word given to the other Avengers, the god started to turn, leering at Wolverine who was engrossed in a piece of ass. He grunted dismissively at the dwarf. He would finish their duel when he least expected it. The war god led the way into the hangar, pushing the doors open and shrinking down to size. He didn’t think Carol or even Ms. Marvel would be interested in talking to Ares.<br/><br/>John was back in his black, muscle shirt and dark-blue denim jeans, clutching the straps and belts that had fit Ares, but didn’t exactly fit him. He was frowning, refusing to feel ashamed for even picking a fight with a teammate. The shrimp had started it, and John didn’t think Ares was planning to kill anyone today unless it be those unfortunates that got in his way.<br/><br/>“I want to say that I can’t wait for this battle to be over, but the truth is, I can’t wait for this battle to begin,” John said.