If I were to list what’s wrong with Marvel Comics today, one of the top things would be that it takes itself too seriously. What made a book like Mary Jo Duffy’s Power Man and Iron Fist so much fun was that you’d get a random appearance by one of Steve Gerber’s Headmen. Weird, crazy, D-list characters could come in and throw a beating on Luke or Danny without disrupting cosmic continuity or in any way mattering to the Marvel Universe as a whole. They’d do it just because.
It’s not as wacky and madcap as it used to be.
These kids today. Things were better when I was a lad. We had Headmen.
Luke gets kidnapped by Bushmaster, who got his powers using the same experimental formula that gave Cage his powers, only with Bushmaster they are slowly turning him into steel. So Bushmaster hired a mad scientist who hooked Luke to a machine to try to figure out why it didn’t happen to Luke, but then Iron Fist comes along, sees the machine, and…
Bob Layton gets coplotter credit.