(woot! was gonna start an open thread, but you beat me to it!)
Luke Cage was filling out his deposit slip at the First National Bank of New York when a familiar sound hit his ears.
"Get on the floor! You! Empty all of the registers and put the money in the bag!"
Cage sighed, replaced the pen in the holder, and turned. The familiar brown and yellow padding told him who it was. Some moron named the Shocker, who that Spider-Man kid had schooled more than once. Energy blasts from his hands. Terrible fashion sense.
Walking up to him, Cage cleared his throat.
"I said get on the...! Oh shit."
"Look," Cage offered, "I'm wearing a $300 dollar shirt here, and I'd rather not..."
Shocker flipped a switch on his arm and put both hands together. Luke expected this. What he didn't expect was to be laying in the middle of the road a split second later, having crashed through the brick wall and the back half of a Volkswagon.
There was a little pain. Some from the shock, most from the state of his now-obliterated designer shirt. He pushed himself up from the ground.
"Mother f-"
"Mom, it's Power Man!"
Luke looked at a kid, with a huge grin on his face. "-rankincense." Did the Shocker just get an upgrade? Who supplied these idiots, anyway?