<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower - Common Room/Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ares/John<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>“Quite unpleasant I’m sure. Forgive me; the twilight hour of yesterday was when I had last indulged. Although I do not starve, John does, and though normally I care not for manners, I will be civil before you Carol.”</em><br/><br/>She chuckled a little and watched as he wiped his mouth. Picking up her drink she sipped from the plastic bottled water before looking back to him, it made a slight popping noise before she sat it back down.<br/><br/><strong>"It's quite alright, I have brothers..."</strong><br/><br/>The explanation of manners and her brothers was instinctive though she wouldn't mention that her mother used a wooden spoon on them each time they didn't say excuse me or thank you. Carol had also briefly forgotten the simple fact that she no longer had two brothers, but one and she hadn't seen him in a good while. As he shifted the topic she was glad of it somewhat. It took her mind off of her family and what she had missed when she had lived at home. It was true she was no goddess, she was no Aphrodite and her parents were not gods either. His understandings of superpowered beings seemed to only be stemmed from the simple facts of god and mortal. <br/><br/>It took a lot of willpower not to go into the logistics and scientific details of the happenings when she started to explain how she had come about getting her own powers. Carol knew it was hard for Ares to understand how something of science could influence a mortal life to a point that they could rival a God's power. Even though this particular God, was slightly depowered because of his collar. <br/><br/><strong>"Some heroes are born due to science, purposeful or accidental. Some are born that way due to genetics. Mutants are super powered mortals because of something in their genetic make up that changes their DNA. It makes them stronger or tougher or in some cases able to control elements, like Ororo. Some humans submitted themselves to science as an experiment to gain powers to help man kind, like Steve. He is what they called a Super Soldier. If the text I read is true to form, then he was much weaker as a younger child in the forties and was given a serum to make him a lot tougher, more agile, and a good bit stronger. He's not as impervious as say, I am, but he's still superior to most humans as far as abilities go. You also have humans like me, who were victims of accidents or circumstance. The Fantastic Four were given their powers by a cosmic ray in outer space. It caused their DNA to shift and change making them super human. As for me... well.. I was kidnapped by an alien race and during an accident with their machines my genetic structure was altered, effectively making me a half-Kree superhuman."</strong><br/><br/>She looked to her bottle of water and twisted it around some before looking back at John again. Her bright blue eyes unsure of how he would handle her story or the fact that she wasn't human but more of a half alien sort of thing. It had taken Carol a while to come to terms with it herself and she still had yet to tell her family. They just knew she was in an accident that made her superhuman. She never told them the details of it all.<br/><br/><strong>"So...yeah.. I'm not really human, but I am mortal in a way.. I can still die. It just takes a bit more to kill me. And my parents are still mortal. As for the Hydro man, well I'm not sure you would have died. See the way I see it... you're a god John... God's don't die. I don't know what would have happened, who knows maybe you'd be sent to Hades or some such. But its not likely you'd have died. Everyone has their weaknesses. Lord, knows I do. But our weaknesses are what make us who we are. They make us unique. If you were perfect in every way... I'm not sure I could stand you. Faults are attractive. Perfection is annoying. With your faults you can grow stronger and overcome obstacles. If you were perfect you'd never have a challenge."</strong><br/><br/>The blonde heroine smiled at him and reached over to brush the back of her hand over his cheek lightly. She slipped up from her seat and leaned over to kiss him after he had finished the bit of food he shoveled in. Her lips just pressed against his lightly and she pulled them back to whisper against them.<br/><br/><strong>"We have a mission. We have to get to the war room. I do want to spend more time talking with you soon. Don't let your anger drive you too hard, John. Use the passion, yes. But the anger can blind you. I need your eyes on my back and if you are blind, it makes things harder."</strong><br/><br/>Looking down into his eyes she stared with her own liquid blue pools before she kissed him again lightly and moved to grab her yogurt, spoon, and banana. The team waited and the briefing would begin soon.</span>