Can you tell I just saw The Incredibles?

Superhero stories aren't about supergood, but superevil. Sure, it's fun to have x-ray vision or the speed of a cheetah on methamphetamine or the power to 100% accurately discern sarcasm. But accomplishments are more impressive than abilities. Putting an end to corporate malfeasance or saving a bus-full of baby bunnies is only so amazing. But saving the world from Dr. Deconstructionism Lit-Crit Beam is something to write home about.
And if you give the bad guys powers, the good guys have to have them too, or else it just seems flat out unfair. And if a story appears flat out unfair, royalties are owed to the estates of David and Goliath. So, the good guys get powers.
But how often have we seen them fight without powers? Trimephite collars or Glonphagen windshield wipers that bring them back down to the level of mere mortals. And still, they find ways: they fashion a lock pick out of that strand of gelled hair or a reflector capable of redirecting a 7.8 kaligawatt laser beam out of the shiny foil-side of a gum wrapper.
The point is, the evil they face is the biggest you can imagine: conglomerations of evil, maintained by unimaginable sums of money. They are our worst enemies, write large: the faceless bank, if not for regulation, would soon end up as First National Savings, Loans, and Murder.
When they overcome the Dirigible of Death, then, it is the same as you getting the store to accept the return even though it's the 31st day after you bought it and it's the Assistant Store Manager's first day and the computers are down. So, did you just read 1984 and you know the system can win? Or Grapes of Wrath, and you know it already has? My prescription is comics. Comics that let you know that a single person (perhaps with sidekick) or a small group of people (if it's a good month for crossovers) can do anything. In 6 parts, each costing $2.95.