The Steadfast Tin Avenger / Soldier (Avengers And Captain America Parody)

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.