<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Weight Room</em></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The Beauty that is Ms. Marvel</span></div><br/><em>You leaving so soon?</em><br/><br/>John stopped a foot from the door as a feminine voice tickled his ear. His body froze up with anxiety at first. Had she seen him make a fool out of himself? His arms still felt strained, and he had the desire to go sit, relax, and eat (a lot). The alcohol had given him quite the appetite. However, he could not leave this maiden’s question unanswered.<br/><br/>The senior faced Carol with the slightest hint of a smile touching his lips. “Yes, unfortunately so, my goddess for I feel if I linger your beauty will only be a distraction.” It was the perfect excuse to cover up for his failure. Then again, he meant every word except for<em>distraction</em>. When John and Ares put their minds to something, there were no distractions. He was the God of War after all, and the gods were rather sexual in their free time.<br/><br/>As she examined him, his clothes were slightly disheveled from his previous semi-transformation. He appeared only as strong as a high school athlete or more specifically, the quarterback Kevin Mason. His apparel was another reason why he appeared to be out of place in the Training Room. John hadn’t paid his garments much mind as he watched Carol lift weights, and he soon turned his head as he realized that he was staring again—playing at his love game.<br/><br/>“I must go now. I require sustenance; and if you wish to join me, then I will be honored to have you.”<br/><br/>He purposefully didn’t mention his name for he was curious to see if the lioness would inquire more about him. He kept his godhood a secret even from fellow Avengers. He had yet to settle completely in his new life, and he still had every desire to break the chain about his neck and return to Olympus. The mortal realm had so far been amusing but that was all it was to him.<br/><br/>If there had been any group dinner scheduled, he hadn’t got the memo. He had been a late arrival because he was attending his wonderful crowning of the collar of Hephaestus.