It’s for stuff like this that I read Jim Henley:
The irony is that the FF’s own origin was already an anti-Objectivist parable. The Reed Richards who, in FF#1, drags his family-of-choice into space (”to beat the Reds!”) in an inadequate rocket of his own entrepreneurial design would make a perfect Randian hero except for the inadequate part. Where were the caring, expert regulators whose review would have saved Reed’s mission from disaster? Where the discipline of bureaucratic process? Surely the disaster that befalls the crew, particularly the literally monstrous fate of Ben Grimm, is classically tragic, and the flaw is (on the story’s terms) the retrograde hubris that leads Reed to go it alone in the age of the Organization Man. This stuff writes itself!