Lifting her glass, she froze for a moment when he declared he wanted her, bringing it to her lips to cover the moment. She needed a drink to wash the bad taste of King's control out of her memories. "Raise the Thunderbolts in the public's eye? Sell the old story of possibly redeemed anti-heroes, banding together to stop the worse guys?" she asked him. "Planning to merchandise them like Stark is milking the Avengers?"