The women didn't take a hike, in fact they squeezed into Hercules, tighter than ever, afraid that this motley crew of rag tag adventurers would steal away their burly paramour. For his part the Prince of Power eyed the Duck and red-coated figure somewhat suspiciously, until he spotted Captain America and Daredevil lurking in the background, noble heroes and true comrades both. The Demi-God's misgivings about the group dispersed, and so he scooted aside to give the group space to sit. Let it never be said that Hercules was an ungracious host.

“Captain! Sit and. . .” He began, before being cut off by the duck. Usually the Prince of Power would find himself peeved to be interrupted by mere talking fowl, but on this occasion the content of the feathered word smith’s speech served as cooling water to the flames of Herc's rage. Admittedly he struggled to follow the exact point the duck was making, but he got the jist. The universe was in need of saving, and Hercules was picked to stand amongst it's champions. 

Made sense.

Wine and milfs spilt to the floor as the big man leapt to his feet, a jubilant smile upon his face. Finally, a chance to do some real good again! A labour worthy of song, and one that didn't seem to have any shades of grey to the tale! 

“Your words hearten me, bold and noble Duck!” He cried, wrapping his brawny arms around Howard and Quill, squeezing them in a good natured, yet nearly bone breaking hug. “Let us waste no more breath and be on with this quest!” He stepped out of the booth (over the complaining women) and strutted towards the exit, no idea where he was going.

“After all, the universe wont save itself!”