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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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"Mayhap."

Beat.

"If you have killed any of my immediate family, though, honour does dicate that I have to be a least a little, shall we say, pissed off."

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"...I am not sure, on that account," Hercules says. "It has been many years since then."

"Well, if I start screaming at you, you'll know."

Given that a Gorgon's voice can easily attain shatter-glass properties, he'll know.

"I hope that will not occur," Hercules says. "I do have many regrets from ancient times."

"There are very few people who are sensible in grief and anger, Hercules."

"I know that first hand," Herc says.

"So do I."

"...would you like a hug?" Hercules offers.

Medusa looks disconcerted.

"Not from you."

"I thought I should offer," Herc says.

"I dislike being touched by strangers."

"But I have introduced myself!" Hercules says.

"Your uncle Poseidon raped me. I only trust four men around me, really. My father, my lover, a cousin and a friend. You are not on that list."

"But I am Hercules," he says. "I am utterly trustworthy."

"You are also male and a hell of a lot bigger than me. And I only have your word."

"It's just a hug," Hercules says, his voice sounding a little hurt.

Poised in perfect fight-or-flight,

"Not to me."

"Fine," Herc says.

He's totally pouting.

And her skin is starting to crawl. Anger and frustration and -

"Excuse me," she says, slipping off the table.

Herc nods and turns away from her.

Which is fine as far as she is concerned. Medusa walks away, towards the back door where it is open and free and she can fly...

And calm down.

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