OsCorp gets to Speed Demon first, of course. They imprison him in a chamber, which suppresses his powers.
Norma Osborn, the too-young-and-cute-too-be-true CEO of OsCorp, keeps tabs on his condition. He doesn't seem to intimidated by his circumstances. Then again, he could be bluffing. Norma's dated guys like him before, and thus expects him to.
Speed Demon races around the chamber. He can't phase through its walls. He can't shatter the walls. No amount of lightning he can generate can destroy the walls.
Norma watches him, for hours. She admires his spirit...although she isn't entirely surprised by it.
"I would've given up by now," she admits. "He's cute...even if he is a Turkish imperialist who doesn't know his place in Big Apple politics." She shrugs. "Not that I'm criticizing him. I doubt New York would miss the Kurds if they all vanished into thin air. But then their families would, and hence, the cycle of natural helplessness continues."
She watches him. He can't stop being excited.
"I could let him go," she admits. "But then...how would I learn about his speed? That speed looks like it's hard to come by. I don't mean to suggest how, but...it could hold the key to inventing the electric light bulb before some crazy and stubborn inventor in New Jersey stumbles upon, shall we say, bamboo fibers..."
Speed Demon keeps running around in his jar. Norma can't help but think of a fly as she watches him...