As all sports lovers know, yesterday the football transfer window closed with a bang. Many were the comings and many were the goings. But I think there's one thing we can say for certain; that, in the world of fifty years ago today, Marvel's own superstars were staying put. Not for them the abandoning of their familiar stomping grounds to pursue money or trophies. No, they were happy to stay where they were, going in 50/50 on every wrong-doer they encountered.
But, hark, what's this? A little birdie tells me that, even here, there may be new arrivals...
Like Tottenham Hotspur, Marvel puts together a brand new team, as The Avengers make their debut.
One of my favourite villains also makes his debut, as the Super-Skrull shows up.
Presumably feeling a bit bored before he thinks of filling his time by creating Captain Britain, Merlin shows up to cause all sorts of trouble for Thor.
I love that happy, smiley Thor pic in the cornerbox.
Sandman makes his first appearance before suffering the least dignified defeat ever inflicted on a super-villain.
I don't like to tell a man how to do his job but is the Eel really sure it's a good idea to stand so close to an impending nuclear explosion?
Pepper and Happy make their debut.
So does Jack Frost.
Sadly, only two of those three are destined to make a long-term impact on the strip.
I really don't have a clue what's going on now. A super-villain is defeating Ant-Man by playing the piano at him?
Yet another pulse-pounding team makes its entrance, as the X-Men show up to fight Magneto.
Right from the start, we can tell how powerful Magneto is because it's made clear that even snowballs can't stop him.
That really is one tough hombre.
I wonder who'd win a fight between Iceman and Jack Frost?
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