Maxwell Smart, one of CONTROL's best agents...if not the best next to 99, walked down the famous red stairs and through the first door, which shut behind him as jazzy music played from seemingly out of nowhere. He walked up to the next one, but it didn't open. He kicked it one time and eventually it whirred and opened up. Onto the next door, which slowly opened up...but when he got through the rear of his pants got caught and after some rippage he got through. The last door opened up normally, but...
Iron Man stood there, arms crossed. "I am Iron Man, and I wish my house had doors like these. Oh, and also:" He blasted Max through the sets of doors and started to rub the frame of the door near him. "Yeahhhh...I'm so calling my contractor." He turned around and saw a phone booth. "Ooh, phonebooth!" Tony hopped in quickly and started to dial the phone. "Yeah, I was wondering if I could-" The floor fell from under him and he was whisked down below, but instead of landing in the elevator he fell through it and into the basement, landing on some boxes. The phone was still in his hand, though disconnected. "Yeah, I'll have to-to call you back, mommy." He said dazed, before passing out.