The Cobalt Man was a villain Iron Man knockoff. Last seen in Civil War #1, where he was beaten by germs and then blown up. He is presumed dead.(well wouldn't he be?)
Normally, Hal Roberts would be going to the playing field with the other players. But he couldn't do that anymore anymore. "Dammit, Coach, why not?"
The Coach shrugged. "There are two very good reasons for that, kid: your grades and your attitude. You're good at football, but football is extra-curricular. What about the rest of it? Where do you see yourself in 10 years if you can't do football? More than that – how're you gonna get there if no-one likes you?"
Hal looked away from the Coach, furiously concentrated on cleaning out his locker. It was the same old tune. His father had said it, last time he'd seen him. His mother said it every other day. Now the Coach too. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't he do the thing he was best at?
He turned away after he'd cleaned the locker. There was some other student in the locker room now. "What're you looking at, faggot?" Hal said in an angry tone.
The kid looked shocked, and promptly left. Hal turned back to cleaning out his locker. Maybe he could spit on someone else's gear. That'd show them –
Suddenly, there was flash of light, and there was someone else in the locker room with him. Hal picked up a baseball bat from the Coach's gearbag, and hefted. "I don't care who you are, you geek," he said, "but I am giving you till the count of three to get the hell out of here."
"That's a pity, young Mister Roberts, because I believe that I can help you."
Hal laughed. "You're too late, man. I'm not on the team anymore. Wait for the rest of the team, maybe then you can sell your freaking pills."
"That's not what I'm referring to," the man said. He looked at the bat. "I take it that you are a counted as a warrior among your peers?"
Hal thought. Sure, he fought the other teams on the gridiron. "Yeah, I s'pose I was."
"Well, I have a need for young warriors. If you will fight for me, I will give you the opportunity for power and chances you can receive nowhere else on Earth."
"Are we still talking about pills?"
"No, boy," said the Grandmaster. He snapped his fingers and a suit of blue armour appeared in front of him. "This suit of armour was worn by the Cobalt Man. It was tuned to his brainwaves. For it to work, it needs an operator with similar brainwaves. You have such brainwaves. Will you accept the armour?"
Hal thought for a second. The chance to vent some frustration. The chance to make it big. What could it hurt? "Hell yeah."
The two of them vanished in a flash of light.