The desk Lex Luthor was hiding behind was suddenly split in two, with Captain America crashing through it. Luthor looked up at Deadpool and Bullseye.
This wasn't good.
He pulled out a gun from the wreckage of his desk, and became scrambling back towards the far wall of his office. He needed to buy time, give Captain America a chance to recover, give security a chance to arrive. But who could he point the fun at? Deadpool and Bullseye were psychos who probably wouldn't care about whether or not they lived or died. But what did they care about?
Money.
Lex Luthor pointed the gun at Wilson Fisk.
"You two...freaks better give yourselves up...right now...or I'll put a bullet into your cash-cow here."