[Hercules takes that all in with his usual calm. Stories of Scott Summers being an idiot. Of Henry McCoy being...well...Henry McCoy. Irascible, always fiddling with timestreams and trying to fix what needed no fixing, and interfering drastically where a simple nudge or a call to Dr. Richards would have sufficed. It was something, though, that he was looking at a younger Bobby Drake, and that young lad seemed both happy, impressed, and keenly uncomfortable.

He also only understood about half of that, but he got the gist.]

Aye, it was. Myself, the Black Widow, Ghost Rider, Angel, and of course...your spiky, translucent...alternate. We had some good times fighting against Godzilla and cults of Ares and other nonsense, you know, but that was years ago.

[His right hand extends, offering a shake, while his other is planted firmly against his hip.]

I am glad to see you in any form, from any time and any universe, Robert Drake. Anyone familiar in this land is a blessing from Zeus himself and I would consider it an honor to get to know you. For you, and not as the man I knew.