Mecha-Loki menaces the Avengers, Tony Stark pulls out an unlikely counter, the day is saved, Red Skull lines up the next threat. This is developing into a real "lather rinse repeat" comic, and the novelty of exquisitely-designed mecha is starting to wear thin.

I still don't know why I'm reading this. It's fine. It exists. I can't imagine anyone else is reading this.

You can tell this is supposed to be fun, but each issue follows the same lame formula which makes even the little progression in this story take a bunch of steps backwards