You all remember my mega-popular Moviepilot article where I expounded on the theory that the mighty Stan "The Man" Lee is in fact, a near-immortal super-soldier who has been appearing in Marvel properties since the early 1980's?
Following getting tossed out of Avengers Tower for drinking Asgardian alcohol (as if Stan could get drunk, being a super-soldier and all), Stan is given cab fare by Sam Wilson, AKA The Falcon.
Never one to welch on an obligation, Stan promises to repay Sam as soon as he can. Overwhelmed by the proliferation of superheroes in New York, Stan then decides that a change of coasts are in order.
The move to California reminds Stan of a dream he once had...where he becomes a superhero in some weird New York/Tokyo hybrid city....
Figuring there was no way that any super hero could find him out in California--I mean, what self-respecting super hero leaves New York -- he proceeds to find a job out there that fits his 70+ year history. Fresh with his bartending license from the nearest Roxxon Employment/Mixology Center, he goes to San Francisco.
Luckily, Thor is not one of his customers.
He gets a job as a bartender in a San Francisco restaurant ironically called "The Drunk Asgardian" and tries to live a super-hero-free-existence. His regular customers include a ex-con named Luis, his cousin, and a "crazy stupid fine" reporter. Stan found it best just to agree with customers, as right customers are good tippers. He is also obligated to pass on the information that Wilson is looking for Ant-Man to the right people. Even though Wilson gets the same results through the same "crazy stupid fine" reporter, Stan still considers the debt paid. He later tries to get a job at Baskin Robbins, but Baskin Robbins always finds out....
However, New York always calls back Stan Lee, intrepid super-soldier. He applies for a job back in New York after getting fired from the bar (there was an incident involving an industrial vice, a guy's metal arm and having 12% of a solution) at a place called the Baxter Institute.
However, the director of this science mecca, Franklin Storm, and his young protege Reed Richards, callously reject Stan's application for a job.
Tail tucked between his legs, Stan once again sets out for parts unknown. This time, in Manitoba, Canada. This Canadian outback has become well-known in the world for its fair share of bizarre serial killers, supernatural occurrences and unexplained moose attacks. Using his NYPD contacts (his picture is standard issue in many precincts after all), Stan becomes a dispatcher for the Manitoba Provincial Police Precinct #15.
The question is not if Stan will leave the vast nothingness of the Canadian suburbs, but when. And where will he appear next? Does the search for Stan Lee, near immortal Super Soldier, continue?