(After being shot on the steps of a courthouse, rogue superhero, Akamuu, has traveled through his memories and time fighting demons and his past so that he could finally don the batsuit again. Wait. It’s possible he’s thinking of something else. Either way, he read both Captain America and Captain America and Hawkeye this week. Keeping track of the two stories was easier than following Grant Morrison’s Batman storylines. Namaste.)

I found out one of my close friends was a real comic book fan when I went to the bathroom. I came out and he was holding Excalibur Classic Volume One in his hand like it was a limping kitten. “Can I? Can I borrow your Excalibur collection? I love Alan Davis.”

Me, too.

I’m not certain if his facial expressions are always realistic, but not only have I never jumped off a building and onto a car, I’ve never seen anyone else do it, either.

I do know that I love his version of powerless Cap, and his mind controlled Falcon is downright creepy.

Artwise, I found Captain America a step above Captain America and Hawkeye. But, storywise, I felt indifferent.

I don’t know if this is a weakness of Brubaker on this storyarc, or whether it’s a product of Captain America being so self-centered that the other characters in his books seem unimportant. Either way, every character in this book seems to be pushing the plot forward, but they seem otherwise undeveloped.

As a fan of Brubaker’s Daredevil run, this disappointed me.