Everything seemed to happen within a few seconds. Ben Grimm pushing Superman out of the way, Reed Richards re-appearing, that weapon being fired at his robot. Then - nothing! The camera-feed in Luthor's helmet was replaced with static, and high-pitched white noise blasted through his ears, forcing him to throw the helmet to the ground.
As Luthor took off the arm-gauntlets, he tried to figure out what went wrong. His robot was indestructible. Surely no weapon could destroy it, unless...that was it! Richards had used an electro-magnetic pulse to shut the robot down! Luthor had to admit, Reed Richards was a genius. That was why Luthor had wanted him to work for Lexcorp. Now, that plan was in ruins, thanks to the Fantastic Four and Spider-Man. And Superman. Oh, he couldn't forget the part he'd played in this travesty.
With a roar of anger, Luthor kicked the helmet across the room. Then he picked up the gauntlets and smashed them across the wall. Those interfering parasites had already flushed millions of dollars worth of research and development down the toilet by taking his robot out of commission, so what harm would a little more property damage do? It certainly made him feel better. Luthor stalked across his office to the phone at his desk, stamping on the helmet as he passed it. He clicked on the intercom.
"Diane, could you come in here for a minute?" he seethed, trying to restrain the anger in his voice.
"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Diane replied.
Luthor paced back and forth in his office, the anger and humiliation washing over him in waves. How dare they spoil his plans, make him look like a fool? Luthor stopped pacing when his assistant, Diane, entered the room.
"You wanted to see me Mr..." she started.
Before she could finish, Luthor gave her a backhand slap across the face. Before the shock could even fully register, he slapped her again.
"That will be all, Diane," Luthor said, walking back to his desk and pouring himself a drink, "Oh, before you go, tell me - do I have any new messages?"
"Umm, I...yes, Mr. Luthor," Diane said, wiping a tear away from her eye, "Dr. Feinstein from your Arctic research team is actually on the line, says he has some important information you'll want to hear."
"Oh, good," said Luthor, smilling warmly, "Patch him straight through to my office."
Diane nodded, and began to exit the office.
"Oh, and Diane," added Luthor, stopping her, "Don't wear that blouse again. It looks like you bought it out a charity store."
"Yes, Mr. Luthor," murmured Diane, walking out of the office and closing the door behind her.
Luthor sat back down at his desk. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt better now. The incident with the robot was a setback, nothing more. Now he had to move on. There was Oliver Queen's party to think about. Luthor let the phone ring twice before picking up.
"Dr. Feinstein! Great to hear from you," said Luthor, with a well-rehearsed tone of false familiarity, "What did you want to speak with me about?"
"Mr. Luthor, we found something out here in the Arctic," Feinstein replied, "Or rather, we found someone, frozen in ice. It's...I don't know how to say this, but it's Captain America."
Lex Luthor didn't reply for a few seconds. But in those seconds, a plan was already beginning to form.
"The Captain America?" he finally asked.
"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Dr. Feinstein answered, "I don't know how, but somehow, he's been preserved in the ice. He appears to be in some kind of suspended animation."
"I see. Great work, Dr. Feinstein. I want you to head back to America straight away. Our first priority is going to be bringing the legendary Captain America back to life..."