“Dear Iron Man

I, __________________________, am coming to beat the ever-loving bajeezus out of you, for no apparent reason, and justify it by spouting something about the Civil War. Please, don’t try to run, and take your beatings like a man, otherwise, we’ll be forced to lose the little respect we had left for you, you person in a funky metal suit that changes almost as much as you change your underwear.

If you need to re-schedual your ass-whooping, please send in Form 2153 and sign on both lines 3 and 5.

Your Fellow Superhero,
________________________

PS: You’re a dick. Why aren’t you dead yet?”

I bet that’s how it would go.

Hulk. Thor. Spiderman. It’s a story arc that keeps on giving. I hope it lasts for decades, not unlike Henry Pym’s marital problems.

“Hey we got nothing for next month’s issue. Let’s have someone beat the crap out of Tony Stark for Civil War.”
“That was eight years ago, and we write for Howard the Duck.”
“Howard could take him.”
“I’ll get the coffee.”