dsudis:

The other day I was going along with my life like normal and then all of a sudden I was AMBUSHED BY FEELINGS because…

In Iron Man 3, Tony Stark–child of wealth, raised mostly by his father’s fastidious butler, for his entire adult life cocooned in the kind of fabulous wealth that usually makes people who have it almost incapable of comprehending the minutiae of life without it–asks Harley Keener to bring him a tuna fish sandwich.

Has Tony ever eaten tuna from a can or bread from a plastic bag in his entire life? Maybe once, on a dare? Does he know literally anyone who eats tuna fish sandwiches?

But he thinks to consider what Harley will be able to provide, not just in culinary skills but in the likely contents of the pantry stocked by a single mom in Tennessee, and he asks for that. He doesn’t even just vaguely ask for food, acknowledging that he has no idea what’s available; he asks for a specific doable thing so that Harley will have no reason to think that that isn’t exactly what Tony wants to eat.

(And he grades it “fair” afterward, which–Tony, don’t try to hide it, that was hands down the best of the mayyyyybe two tuna fish sandwiches you have ever eaten in your life.)