<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">John Aaron: Sidewalk Café</span></span></div><br/><strong>Just what was that about? Not a patient person, I take it, John?</strong><br/><br/>John sat back and spread his arms to his left and right. His eyes flicked to the two empty spaces briefly before he answered Carol’s question, “No, I’m not, but I can be for you.”<br/><br/>He smirked softly until a dull voice he nearly missed seeped into his ear. The waitress’s tone was insulting. Who was she talking to with such exasperation? The corner of his mouth arched in disgust and just before he could bite the servant’s head off, Carol had alerted:<br/><br/><strong>Incoming! Move!</strong><br/><br/>John glanced to where Carol would have been only to see a blank space, and then his eyes flicked back to the waitress to see her wrapped in the arms of a blonde who was darting away. A shadow blocked out the sun and John turned his head to gaze at the café window and the car that was seconds from shattering through the glass.<br/><br/>The toe of his shoe swiftly swung upwards to meet the steel table leg, dislodging it from the bolts that held it to the floor. The car smashed through the window as the table was propped upwards. Shards of glass clattered against its burnished surface as John wrapped his arms about the steel leg and braced himself like a Spartan wielding a shield for impact.<br/><br/>The face of the Prius cracked the table in two and John’s soles screeched a few inches back as he felt the vehicle’s inertia stubbornly pushing against his resistance. His muscles were tensed to tearing and John bellowed a cry of exertion as he transformed.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">RAAAAAH~!</span></em></span></div><br/>Strong hands clapped against the hood and axle as the vehicle’s momentum depleted. From beneath a bronze-like helm, Ares clinched his teeth in the rage that was boiling over inside him. His eyes gleamed from behind the shadows of his helm as he hefted the car like a javelin and gave three charging steps toward the window. Before crossing it, he lobbed the vehicle back into the street in a tantrum and watched as it bounced across the asphalt.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/A___is_for_Ares_by_Enymy-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares: Heading for Trouble</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Cock blocked and furious!</span></div><br/>So much for the surprise and trying to keep his identity hidden from the other Avengers…John was no more as the god stood before the window almost towering in appearance, but it was merely an illusion granted by the rock-hard muscles decked upon his person. His fists were clinched and trembled with a wrathful start. Finally, he stepped out the window and marched into the street out for blood.<br/><br/>“Who dares interrupt the feast of a god?” Ares roared. He was heading straight for the bout that was occurring before the bank, honing like a missile of impending destruction. “Fear and remember this day you have angered the God of War!”<br/><br/>Ares had never met Steve as John, and in his current mood, he wouldn’t take the time to distinguish who from what.