Elvis Presley and Tony Stark are stuck in Trapped Elevator in a Mine Shaft and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Well, this is just great, huh? Stuck in a tin can, deep in the bowels of the earth. Reminds me of Vegas, only less sparkly." Elvis drawled, running a hand through his hair.

"Tin can? Please, King, this is reinforced steel with vibrational dampeners. My elevators back at the tower are smoother, of course, but this'll do," Tony retorted, fiddling with his arc reactor.

"Smoother ain't always better, Stark. Sometimes a little bump in the road makes you appreciate the ride," Elvis said, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

"Appreciate? I *invent* the ride, Elvis. Bumps are just design flaws waiting to be rectified with a few million dollars and a weekend in the lab," Tony scoffed.

"You can invent all the gadgets in the world, but you can't invent feeling, son. That comes from living, from hurting, from loving," Elvis countered, his eyes holding a surprising depth.

"Feeling is a chemical reaction in the brain. I can probably synthesize it, but why bother when I've got a company to run and world-saving to do?" Tony quipped, deflecting the sentiment.

"Saving the world ain't just about stopping the bad guys, Tony. It's about giving folks something to believe in, something to hold onto," Elvis mused, thinking of his music.

"Belief? I provide tangible solutions. Iron Man, clean energy, superior technology. No need for blind faith when you have science," Tony stated matter-of-factly.

"Science can build you a rocket to the moon, but it can't tell you what to do when you get there. That's where the heart comes in, baby," Elvis concluded, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, alright, King. Point taken. Now, let's see if I can hack this prehistoric control panel before we both starve to death in this subterranean tomb," Tony conceded, finally looking thoughtful.