NOTE: This Isnt About A Tin Soldier And A Ballerina, Is Love For A Child
The Story
There were once
five-and-twenty toys subjects for being a super-toy soldier. They were
all brothers, born of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered weaponds
and looked straight ahead of them, splendid in their uniforms.
The
very first thing in the world that they saw was a toymaker owner of his
toyshop "Stark Toys", Tony stark, the toymaker maded them for sell them
to the little children. He immediately set them up on the table.
All
the soldiers looked exactly alike except one. He looked a little
different as he had been cast last of all. The tin was short, so he had
only one leg. But there he stood, as steady on one leg as any of the
other soldiers on their two. But just you see, he'll be the remarkable
one, Tony decided to give to the one legged soldier a shield because he
seems like the most brave of all these soldiers, and decided to call
him, Steve rogers, because his name reminded him of someone with that
same name from another universes.
On the table with
the soldiers and steve were many other playthings, and one that no eye
could miss was a little dancing boy who was on a toy groot, standing up
like if he was watching the sky, he weared red shorts and blue shirt, he
was on the groot head and he has lifting one leg that steve rogers
tought he must have only one leg working, as he too.
"That
would be a son for me," he thought. "But maybe he's too young. he lives
in a toy tree. I have only a box, with four-and-twenty roommates to
share it. That's no place for him. But I must try to make his
acquaintance." Still as stiff as when he stood at attention, he lay down
on the table behind a snuffbox, where he could see the boy like he was
watching the sky.
When the evening came the other
tin soldiers were put away in their box, and tony and his wife pepper
went to sleep. Now the toys began to play among themselves at visits,
and battles, and at giving balls. The soldiers rattled about in their
box, for they wanted to play too, but they could not get the lid open.
The hulk-racker (hulk + nutcracker) turned somersaults, and thor smacked
heads of surtur with his hamer, Quill and a group of little kids
decided to dance with the music of piña colada and namor was staying in
the fishbowl talking with the fishes and a ariel statue. The toys made
such a noise that they woke up the hawkeye, who made them a speech, all
in verse. The only two who stayed still were steve rogers and the little
boy. he went to the boy on groot and he said "Hum, hello little guy",
"hi soldier" replied the boy "what buisness brings you here soldier",
the soldier cant belive he was talking with someone different, "well,
can we be friends?".
In that moment, the clock
struck twelve and - clack! - up popped the lid of the snuffbox. But
there was no snuff in it, it was a little smell to fire, a creature
escaped from the snuffbox, a evil demon named dormammu.
"insignificant soldier," he said. "Will you please keep your eyes to yourself?" Steve pretended not to hear.
"dont
you know with who you are messing? i am the lord of darkness, the
emperor of evil, i am DORMAMMU!!!" he said, but Steve continued ignoring
him
Dormammu said, "Just you wait till tomorrow."
But
when morning came, and tony went to a client who wanted some toys,
Steve was set on the window ledge. And whether dormammu did it, or there
was a gust of wind, all of a sudden the window flew open and Steve
pitched out headlong from the third floor. He fell at breathtaking speed
and landed cap first, with his shield in the paving stones. Pepper the
housemaid ran down to look for him and, though they nearly stepped on
steve, she walked right past without seeing him. If steve had called,
"Here I am!" she would surely have found him, but he thought it
contemptible to raise an uproar while he was wearing his uniform.
Soon
it began to rain. The drops fell faster and faster, until they came
down by the bucketful. As soon as the rain let up, along came two young
rapscallions.
"Hi, look!" one of them said, "there's a soldier. Let's send him sailing."
They
made a boat out of newspaper, put steve in the middle of it, and away
he went down the gutter with the two young rapscallions running beside
him and clapping their hands. High heavens! How the waves splashed, and
how fast the water ran down the gutter. Don't forget that it had just
been raining by the bucketful. The paper boat pitched, and tossed, and
sometimes it whirled about so rapidly that it made steve's head spin.
But he stood as steady as ever. Never once flinching, he kept his eyes
front, and carried his shield. Suddenly the boat rushed under a long
plank where the gutter was boarded over. It was as dark as the soldier's
own box.
"Where can I be going?" Steve wondered.
"This must be that dormammu's revenge. Ah! if only I had the little boy
with me, it could be twice as dark here for all that I would care."
Out popped a great water rat covered by venom lived under the gutter plank.
"Have you a passport?" said the venom-rat. "Hand it over."
Steve
kept quiet and held his musket tighter. On rushed the boat, and the rat
came right after it, gnashing his teeth as he called to the sticks and
straws:
"Halt him! Stop him! He didn't pay his toll.
He hasn't shown his passport. "But the current ran stronger and
stronger. Steve could see daylight ahead where the board ended, but he
also heard a roar that would frighten the bravest of us. Hold on! Right
at the end of that gutter plank the water poured into the great canal.
It was as dangerous to him as a waterfall would be to us.
He
was so near it he could not possibly stop. The boat plunged into the
whirlpool. Steve stood as staunch as he could, and no one can say that
he so much as blinked an eye. Thrice and again the boat spun around. It
filled to the top - and was bound to sink. The water was up to his neck
and still the boat went down, deeper, deeper, deeper, and the paper got
soft and limp. Then the water rushed over his head. He thought of the
pretty little boy whom he'd never see again, and in his ears rang an
old, old song:
"Farewell, farewell, O warrior brave,
Nobody can from Death thee save."
And
now the paper boat broke beneath him, and Steve sank right through. And
just at that moment he was swallowed by a most enormous fish.
My!
how dark it was inside that fish. It was darker than under the
gutter-plank and it was so cramped, but steve still was staunch. He lay
there full length, soldier fashion, with shield.
Then
the fish flopped and floundered in a most unaccountable way. Finally it
was perfectly still, and after a while something struck through him
like a flash of lightning. Steve saw daylight again, and he heard a
voice say, "The one legged Soldier!" The fish had been caught, carried
to market, bought, and brought to a kitchen where the cook cut him open
with her big knife.
She picked steve up bodily
between her two fingers, and carried him off upstairs. Everyone wanted
to see this remarkable traveler who had traveled about in a fish's
stomach, but steve took no pride in it. They put him on the table and-lo
and behold, what curious things can happen in this world-there he was,
back in the same room as before. He saw tony the toymaker, the same toys
were on the table, and there was the same groot with the little boy. he
still balanced on one leg, with the other raised high. he too was
steadfast. That touched steve so deeply that he cried tin tears. He
looked at him, and the boy looked at him, quickly he went out of groot
head to steve "Sir, ive tought i lost you, i need to say this but you
will guess that could be crazy" the little boy said, "Well say it" said
steve Just as things were going so nicely for them, dormammu snatched up
the tin soldier and threw him into the stove. "I tought i let you down,
now, you wont live anymore, soldier" he said while he saw steve burning
in the stove.
Steve stood there dressed in
flames. He felt a terrible heat, but whether it came from the flames or
from his love to the child, he didn't know. He'd lost his splendid
colors, maybe from his hard journey, maybe from grief, nobody can say.
He
looked at the little boy, and the little boy looked at him, and he felt
himself melting. But still he stood steadfast, with his shield.
Then
groot grabbed the little boy "I AM GROOT" he said, and he throwed it to
the stove for be with Steve. he flew like a sylph, straight into the
fire with the soldier, "My name is, robin, and, I love you father, i
know we saw each other short times but i know there is a connection
betwen us" he said, the tin soldier replied "I love you too son, we will
be togheter, forever and ever". Steve and his son robin melted at the
same time, all in a lump. The next day, when tony took up the ashes he
found them in the shape of a little tin heart. With the image of them
embracing each other and stucked on it, it was steve shield, and he
conserved the heart forever, and throwed dormammu box to the trash.
And steve rogers and his son robin lived happly ever after.
The End
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Original
Story: The steafast tin soldier (here there are just changes instead of
love to a ballerina, is love of family) and belongs to hans christian
andersen
cast by marvel avengers characters.
