<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>: Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Is that what this is?” John questioned in regards to the Avengers. He wasn’t exactly looking for an answer to that question. Team or not, Ares worked alone. He was removed from his thoughts when Carol reached out to take a string of mozzarella from his chin. His cheeks flushed a gentle red and he turned his head to hide his face from her as he usually did whenever he showed signs of weakness. He found a napkin and began wiping ketchup, mustard, or any more remnants that could have been on his face.<br/><br/>“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.”<br/><br/>It had been a good excuse. John had made him feel embarrassment once again.<br/><br/>“How is it that your strength and beauty rivals that of a goddess yet you say your mother is a simple housewife and father a mere hard-working man? I find it unusual for there to be so many powerful mortals now. They hadn’t existed before, not unless they were the offspring of gods, but the mortals parents aren’t gods…” John frowned irritably. “What is happening?”<br/><br/>It bothered him to find beings stronger than him, and they weren’t even like his brother. He watched as Jarvis dumped more fries into the basket, and instead of grasping a handful as he had the impulse to do, he took a single straw and slipped it between his teeth like a cigarette as he sat there scowling at the battle with Hydroman that played before his eyes.<br/><br/>“I should have been able to kill him,” John thought angrily.<br/><br/>He continued to scowl at the basket of fries before he decided to confess one of his fears to the blonde. “How am I supposed to be the God of War if I succumb to such a humiliating defeat? It haunts me Carol. How I had nearly died to a mortal…the battle wasn’t even glorious. A mortal killing a god? The gods would laugh at me.”