Bobby Drake was out and about in the city, having decided that he needed a break from grading the papers at the mansion. He'd still be grading papers, of course, but a change in scenery was in order, and he knew just the place.
He'd discovered the Coffee A-Go-Go during his time as a student at Empire State University. It was a wonderfully offbeat coffee shop with beatnik sensibilities even in this day and age, and the fact that it had yet to be replaced with a Starbucks was something of a minor miracle. The coffee wasn't anything to write home about, but it was the atmosphere and the music that kept him coming back. That, and the utterly insane beat poetry.
The coffee shop was in sight, just beyond the First National Bank of New York. But just as Bobby was approaching the coffee shop, something huge shot out of the bank like a cannon, spraying chunks of brick wall everywhere.
The shape crashed through a small car and into the street, and Bobby gawked. He glanced at his hands and found that he'd instinctively iced up. None of the bystanders seemed to have noticed yet, as they were too busy freaking out.
The shape looked a lot like that Luke Cage guy he'd seen on TV. That was confirmed by both a kid's outburst, and the fact that the man was still alive. Whatever hit him must've been a bad mother-shut-your-mouth.
Bobby peeked his head through the hole in the wall, and found that Power Man's assailant was... the Shocker? That Spider-Man villain? "Could I have your autograph?"
Probably not the most superheroic thing to say, but Bobby couldn't help it.