Comic books and graphic novels aren’t supposed to be mediums for mopery (that’s for indie rock and Stephanie Meyers books, right?). They revel in the strong and the superhuman. Men with shirt ripping muscles, women with self-confidence to match their kung fu skills. Machines that defy space and time and logic and hand held gadgets that perform any kind of bidding thy will wants it to. And I guess they have Peter Parker, too.