Dicking around on the superlative Grand Comics Database, I came upon what proved to be my gateway drug to comics fandom, sure, I'd messed around some G.I. Joe and some Transformers, but this is what did the trick, when my 11 year-old eyes saw it on the rack in the White Hen Pantry:
"Sweet fancy Moses, somebody dropped a goddamned mountain on the Hulk, how's he gonna get out of this pickle?" I thought to myself. Well, it's complicated, but it involves Reed Richards harnessing the powers of Johnny Storm and Captain Marvel (no, not that one...no not that one either, this one) to supercharge Iron Man to crack the damn thing in half. Yeah, it was awesome. Hell, it did everything but play the hallelujah chorus and shove cocaine up my nose, and I was an addict after that. So damn you Secret Wars #4, you beautiful bitch.