<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 - Male Dorms<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ares/John<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> Carol stood there looking at John for a long moment. Her breath was caught in her throat as she noticed the dissatisfied look on his face melt away at the realization of who exactly chose to knock on is door that day. She had done that. She couldn't help but grin widely and bite at her lip. It was like winning a battle against the largest army and coming out ahead with minimal loss. With Ares you had to count your victories and keep them close because the losses hurt so much more. <br/><br/>She followed him in without hesitation and chuckled a little at his proclamation about school. Pushing her fingers through her hair she nodded and looked around the now bare room with a rose brow. Everything was gone. She had to wonder if it was Dr Strange's doing. After all, most of Ares' toys were weapons and therefore dangerous in the eyes of many. Personally, Carol knew they were nothing in comparison to his axe. Glancing back to him as he sat almost sullen like on the bed, she started ask about the decor, but he caught her off guard.<br/><br/> <strong> "Do you love me, Carol?"</strong> <br/><br/>Staring blankly at him, she shifted to sit down next to him. Love was always something Carol felt and gave all too freely. Her heart pounded as her stomach fluttered and she bite at her lip. She wasn't sure how to respond. Did he want to know the truth? <em> Yes. A hundred times over Yes!</em>  Did she trust John with the truth? Yes. Did she trust Ares with it? Not really. Which was where the lines of confusion crossed. John was Ares and Ares was John. Sort of.  But could a god of war love a mortal back with equal fervor? Did it matter? Carol held back a sigh and knew in her heart that in cases of love or even infatuation, things like that didn't matter. You don't choose who you love or why. You just do. Who cares if they only met a couple days ago. It is what it is. <br/><br/>She finally looked at him after what may have seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds...moments even. Her voice was soft and she put a hand on his arm lightly. Her touch was warm and her breathing still shaky but she needed that contact just then. Maybe the blonde heroine was afraid of what he'd say back. But it was something she couldn't avoid or lie about.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes."</strong></span>