<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Elevator with Wanda<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol and Wade (mentioned), Scarlet Witch<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John glanced at Carol’s hand upon his forearm and then up at the blonde as she flashed him a playful grin and wink. The teen sighed and rose from his chair as the other Avengers seemed to be leaving. The Steve mortal had access to weaponry, and he didn’t want to lose him. As John approached the elevators, he saw the man in red from before and the girl with the enormous birth mark on her face—if that’s what it was. Another mortal that wore red was standing patiently in the elevator. John entered the car as she kept it waiting, and turned to face the doors. He crossed his arms before his chest as he waited calmly for her to take them up—whenever that would be. She and the other red one seemed interested in talking about her costume.<br/><br/><strong>Are these ‘ass-showingest’ enough for you?</strong><br/><br/><strong>Lookin’ good, lookin’ good…but I’ll pass judgment on that later, after I’ve caught a few glimpses, heh, heh…</strong><br/><br/>John openly peered from the corners of his eyes at Wanda’s bottom garbed in her tight-fitting suit. He didn’t see a point in her purple stockings. The material looked so thin that a breeze could tear it. Being very open with his opinions, John suggested, “Your leggings couldn’t guard your legs against a breath of air. You should get rid of them. I’m sure a good flame would enjoy them.”<br/><br/>In his opinion, Carol had the right idea that when dressed as Ms. Marvel to wear very little, but suggestions coming from John would promote women wearing less in combat. Ares, however, would have honestly argued the practicality of her uniform on the battlefield.