Written by Erin Jameson Monday, 01 October 2012 19:04
Lovefool explores the creepy hero/sidekick dynamic developing in the pages of Matt Fraction and David Aja's Hawkeye.

The Metacrisis Lovefool, as identified by a good friend of mine, is my buddy Dan-the-newly-British, who I completely adore despite the fact that he's getting a little lazy with the Caturday photos (and don't think I didn't notice) and the fact that we've never actually met. He and I tend to be on the same wavelength and I was thinking, specifically, about some observations he'd made about the new Hawkeye book Matt Fraction is writing. I got out of the car, hemming and hawing a bit about if I actually wanted to write about Hawkeye—because, really, I'd covered the Avengers quite thoroughly last summer—and popped up to my friend's apartment where I ended up sitting, I swear, next to a pretty solid ringer for a baby Jeremy Renner. I was expecting a nerdy dude probably a smidge older than me and ended up next to a tiny Avengers doppelganger. What on Earth? If there's such a thing as a sign from the columns gods, that seems to be one.
Umm. There's the thing, with the lady and the protesting too much? And while she says it might be creepy, echoing the Metacrisis Lovefool, the artfully crafted expression that crosses Ms. Bishop's face when Clint asks her to be his sidekick and tells her it's because she's great but, oh god, certainly not attractive to him tells us otherwise. We can, thanks to the mastery of Aja's carefully rendered expressions, see the vaguely despairing look on her face and Clint can't but it certainly says she might not really really think it's that creepy. It's early days, naturally, and Clint has a girlfriend but I suspect it's only a matter of time before the unresolved sexual tension makes things even dirtier than the conversation I was a witness to this afternoon. And, honestly, I couldn't make eye contact with people for hours at a time. I mean, really. Your Lovefool is a secret prude, after all, and goodness.