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The Biscuit Was Clear

Tony (aka Iron Man) is separated from the rest of the group by the rubble from the collapsed wall. He's lost his face plate (modern-day armor). There is no way he can dig through the rubble without using up too much of the suit's power (1960s drawbacks). Looking around, he sees an open door and moves towards it. The room is softly lit, an unused fireplace on the far wall. As he walks towards it, a hologram of a man's head and torso appear on the hearth.

Spotting him, the hologram speaks.

"Ahh...there you are."

Sensing a trap, Tony moves to exit the room, but the door closes before he can reach it.

The scene changes to a brightly lit lab. Tony Stark has turned into some random stranger wearing slacks and a striped shirt and tie. Suspenders, even. The hologram has been replaced with a real person. He directs his underlings to attack the stranger. He wants him for parts. No matter that his circuitry might not be compatible. It's always best to take every opportunity to capture cyborgs on the chance their parts could be useful.

Engaged with one henchman, the stranger is unable to dodge the second henchman's blow. The double-headed battle axe sinks into the stranger's shoulder and chest. He falls. Pink fluid gushes from the wound, flooding the floor.

Struggling, he manages to sit up and reaches for the axe handle and freeing it from his body.

Later, everyone is encased in a floating buttermilk biscuit sphere.