A third stab at making the Secret Avengers title work for Marvel - this one a S.H.I.E.L.D. book in all but name, picking up some of the cast but none of the tone of Nick Spencer's suspenseful run. Ales Kot's approach has been compared to Hawkeye - it has Hawkeye in it, and he acts a bit like he does in the Matt Fraction book - but Secret Avengers reminds me of a whole stew of titles. Michael Walsh's quirky, diagrammatic art is in line with Chip Zdarsky's approach on Sex Criminals or Steve Lieber's on Superior Foes Of Spider-Man, and Kot's flip tone isn't far off Superior Foes either. But there's a commitment to stylish, near-future weirdness (a sentient bomb built by an art terrorist, to pick an idea that catches the tone nicely) that recalls Grant Morrison, or the grandfather of Marvel spy cool, Steranko.
That's a strong list of notes to hit, and Kot is one of the more exciting and ambitious writers Marvel have found lately. Secret Avengers isn't as good as his independent work, but it offers hip, smart, fairly sophisticated fun. It's not quite cohering yet, though - some characters still feel like they're in it by decree rather than need, the references can be a touch too on the nose, the situations hotter in concept than execution. But Kot writes a good Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, and Clint Barton and he's the first writer to make the new Nick Fury seem like a good idea. In a character- and idea-driven book, that's a fine strikerate.