The first time I saw Lee in person, at Comic-Con in 2009, he was walking briskly toward a second-floor escalator at San Diego’s Convention Center. As he descended downward, dressed all in bright white and cream tones, hundreds of people began to chant his name with increasing volume: “Stan! Stan! STAN!” Lee beamed like a king, waved to his adoring throngs and then disappeared around a corner like a comic-book apparition. For the buzzing fans packed in the hall, they were treating him like a hero whose superpower was to bend and remake an entire industry.