Hello, big man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad’s. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully, you’ll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my friend Bucky. But the way it turned out is I’m talking to you, Thanos. I got something for you.
This Soul Stone I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Made by the first company to ever make Infinity Gems. It was bought by private Doughboy Ernie Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. It was your great-grandfather’s soul stone and he wore it every day he was in that war. When he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the soul stone off, put it an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed until your granddad Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great-grandfather gave this soul stone to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane’s luck wasn’t as good as his old man’s. Dane was a Marine and he was killed, along with the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death, he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leaving that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport name of Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he’d never seen in the flesh, his soul stone. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his dad’s soul stone.
This Infinity gem. This soul stone was on your daddy’s wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the soul gem it’d be confiscated, taken away. The way your dad looked at it, that soul stone was your birthright. He’d be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy’s birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this Infinity Stone up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the soul stone. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my Bucky. And now, big man, I give the soul stone to you.
