Hawkeye seeks a lead to the murder of his former mentor while coping with impending blindness that’s temporarily alleviated by Tony Stark’s miraculous gadgetry. Captain America, unhappy with the Archer going AWOL, pays his rooftop respects, and this triggers in Hawkeye a trip down memory lane.
The second issue of Blindspot isn’t bad. It simply treads a road that’s already covered in footprints. How many times have Cap and Hawk bonded over a bout of fisticuffs? Granted, each match possessed a different rationale, as does this one, but the constant display of machismo gets old. The flashback hammers the triteness of the whole affair. Hawkeye started fighting Cap. He continued fighting Cap, and to this day, he, surprise, fights Cap. Okay. He’s called Super Soldier or something, but we all know that Steve Rogers is Captain America. Steve’s even slinging a shield, for pity’s sake.
After the bromance, the story culminates with Hawkeye meeting an even more flamboyantly gay version of Speedy. Given Speedy’s appearance since, oh, the original run of the George Perez’s New Teen Titans, that’s really astounding.
You can call the character whatever you want, but an archer with orange-red hair, a scarlet outfit and gold accoutrements says Speedy to me. The major difference is that this version of Speedy wears a dress, and it appears that a quiver full of arrows just isn’t enough for him. He wears a grouping on the left side of his chest and, shades of the nineties, another set wrapped around his thigh. Can ankle pouches be too far behind?
Ignoring the design of Speedy, the artists give their all for Blindspot. Diaz’s and Morey’s demonstration of Hawkeye’s gymnastics infuses more energy than the story deserves. Just to make sure that your attention is riveted to the visuals, they also include two nice shots of Mariah Hill’s cleavage. Normally, I would protest, but the lion’s share of the story is awash in testosterone, and Mariah Hill’s assets are welcome sights. Nick Dragotta and Brad Simpson illustrate the flashback sequences, and they render uncanny mimicry of Don Heck and “Jumpin'” John Romita, appropriate for the respective time periods covered.
The more I read Blindspot, the more I miss Hawkeye & Mockingbird. Hawkeye needs a counterpart.