I'll read anything if I think it's a good and avoid anything is bad like the plague, and since I like to like what I'm reading I'll usually try to find something positive about whatever I read, which is part of the reason why I give every damn thing five stars and say nice things about most things. I got over my snobbishness about superhero comics a while ago, but no way in hell will I follow a character or team just because, it's always about who's writing and drawing. Maybe it's projection but I sometimes think that this is an attitude some part of the superhero world is beginning to share, hence this, the famous Fraction/Aja run on Hawkeye - or Hawkguy as they started calling it.

With an exquisitely composed iconic opening action shot of Hawkeye falling backwards towards a distant street, firing an arrow towards the reader, framed in splinters of broken glass, Fraction and Aja seem to be setting out their stall with a typical, if beautiful, superhero action spectacular. Then he lands and spends six months in hospital and when he gets out pettishly kicks a wheelchair into traffic. There we go.

There are superhero shenanigans, but the heart of this story is the apartment block where he lves and the other inhabitants and the tracksuited Russian heavies who own the building and make life hard for everyone. There's also the dog, and Kate Bishop, the other Hawkeye. Clint Barton here is a good-hearted-slob and slacker, bit of a screw-up, but an Avenger with no superpowers so also kind of amazing, in a low-key embarrassed-to-be-amazing way. Hawkeye doesn't so much explore this dichotomy as gleefully mess around with it.

The Aja issues are a kind of giddy perfection comic readers dream about, a post-millennial update of the noir stylings of Mazzuchelli on Born Again and Year One. Javier Pulido is no slouch either, and the Bagley issue ends up being kind of sweet and somehow gets past a whole load of superhero shenanigans to make it work. A classic.