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Since he's on the run from SHIELD with boy genius Amadeus Cho, Hercules was not expecting the door he opened to bring him to a glorius bar.

So the 6' 5" tall barrel chested man (wearing a big yellow and green sash and, well, skirt combo) pauses, looking around for a moment. Then, with a mighty laugh, he walks straight up to the bar.

"A cask of thy finest ale!" he orders. "For it is glorious of Olympus to bestow such a gift on the Prince of Power as this tavern!"

[ooc: Here he is... Mister Hercules. Have at him in the bar proper, now :D]

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Hercules tilts his head at the somewhat familiar face.

"Tis a strange familiarity I feel," he says, approaching Sir Nicholas. "Are you some ancient ancestor of Nick Fury?"

"Only as much as the man is ancestor to the man." Fury says with dry amusement, "I am Sir Nicholas Fury, late of 1602. Most here seem to be familiar with a version of me from America in the 1900's."

Hercules laughs. "Alternate universes!" he says. "Ahhh, tis been many a day since I have had to play with them." He shoves out a hand in greeting. "I am Hercules, son of Zeus."

Uh huh. Sir Nicholas shakes the offered hand carefully. He's wearing armor, after all. "Such things are, then, common?"

"Indeed," Hercules says. "Tis something that one must accept, especially as a demigod of Olympus."

Uh huh. Between his current Earth and the people he's been meeting here, Sir Nicholas is half wondering if lobotomizing is common in the future. He can handle witchbreed, and other species, but he is a member (if not in great standing) of the Church of England.

Demigods are not within his worldview. "I see." is his only comment.

Hercules grins. "Is there no Hercules in your world?" he asks.

"Only the one from the myths of the Ancient Greeks." Sir Nicholas says without heat.

"That is me!" Herc says. "I am immortal, after all."

Uh huh. Sir Nicholas nods again, in a non-confrontational manner., and murmurs, "As you say."

Herc snorts a laugh. "I sense you do not believe me." He is still jolly as ever.

"My beliefs are my own." Sir Nicholas says firmly, "And in a place such as this they are best to remain my own."

"I respect that," Hercules says. "But perhaps some day you will see that I am who I claim."

"All things are possible in terms of perhaps." Sir Nicholas says. It is not, at any rate, the who he disbelieves. It is the what.

Hercules flexes a bit. "It is good to meet another Fury," he says. "Your counterpart is a good man."

"I have heard variations on that." Sir Nicholas allows. To wit: that his counterpart is an asshole.

It works.

"We have not quarreled," he says. "And he has done much good."

"He is not me." Sir Nicholas says with a shrug, "I will take no more credit for his good deeds than I will blame for his evils."

"Then we shall have to become acquainted," Hercules says. "So I may know what your deeds are."

"I served my Queen." Sir Nicholas says quietly, "I served my people." It's a lifetime of war; starting and stopping them. A lifetime of spying, of assassinating, of risking his own life and the lives of others. It's one moment of walking through a portal to save the rest of the world.

But his words are enough for him. Sir Nicholas is a proud man, but not a prideful one.

"I understand that," Herc says. "I served my father."

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