So there he was, a classic, old-school superhero, faced with a 21st century dilemma. How does a guy who’s used to solving problems with his fists and the judicious application of his gravity-wave vision deal with… this?
The woman in the tight leather get-up seemed like the villain here. Captain Fantastic pondered how the deep cherry-red of her costume seemed to both ward off and invite closer inspection. Such an enticing villainess was not unheard of, back in the day, and the standard answer was usually, “try to woo her away from her evil ways, but ruefully put her behind bars if she proves incorrigible.” Her presence alone was not the problem.
Neither was the quandry specifically about the unprepossessing man in the cheap suit with the broken umbrella. This was a standard civilian, the kind of person who was most likely a secret admirer of Captain Fantastic, but who would outwardly project a sense of “I’m a man who doesn’t need any superheroes. I can take care of myself.” In the old days, a civilian like this would most likely try to save himself, and Captain Fantastic would find some way to defeat the villain and save the civilian without the man knowing he’d been saved.