Reading a comic with no prior catch up on the issues before is fraught with possible times of surprise and angst. Thunderbolts #107 feels just like that bottle of orange juice angst tipping into a shot glass of yoghurt.

Doc Ock is out fighting the fight, leading a good team? Then there's the various conversations which take place in peoples's minds. Fair enough, but damn if these people aren't too cheap to even pick up a few coins and dunk it into a pay phone for the call. At least they didn't go about with mobiles latched onto the sides of their heads.

Trying to figure out what the hell is going on is enough to make enjoying the reading time of a comic a lame duck hobbling into a pot.