Summary: Sam builds and Rodney helps.
Note: Sorry if this one is really short, but enjoy!
Sam looked at the tower he was creating with a frown. It was half finished and nowhere near the vision he had when he started. He wanted to make his tower awesome with big triangles for spikes on top. The problem was that he couldn't reach that high up. He picked up a triangle block and walked to the left side of the tower. He only needed to get it to sit there so he could nudge it rest of the way on.
Stretching on his tiptoes, Sam tried to get the block on top. It didn't work. He tried jumping. That didn't work. What did work was the vibration his jumping had an effect on the tower. It wobbled sideways before crumbling in on itself in a heap of colorful wooden blocks.
"Oh come on! That's...no." Sam whined as he stared at the ruins of his tower.
This was the second time! It had to be talk and spiky at the top. It wasn't a real tower if wasn't all those things. Sam sat down with a sad sigh and pushed a few blocks away. He needed help. Unfortunately, the chance of receiving said help was slim.
Papa Steve had a meeting, Mr. Bucky was at the brain doctor, Auntie Nat was training the new magic lady and Hawk was with his family. He thought of Uncle Tony and pouted once he remembered he was busier than ever. He was helping Mr. Vision get settled in his home and personal stuff. Even Mr. Bruce was nowhere to be found. He was just...gone.
"It's not fair I have to play by myself!"
He flopped down on the carpet, making blocks scatter out the way. Maybe he could go look at some cartoons and ask for help later when no one was busy.
"Hey buddy, what's with the moping? Monster Sam got tired after destroying his city?" Rodney said, his voice full of amusement.
Sam opened his eyes to see the man standing above him. He pouted and rolled onto his side. He obviously was not playing monster. He would have built a city with his legos instead of blocks.
"No! I was trying to build a tower! But I can't make it big enough and it keeps falling over. Everyone is busy doing grown up stuff so I'm by myself." he said.
Rodney looked at the scattered blocks and could see where Sam was working. He was only four and he was short. The tower could only be so high. Sam was also right when he said everyone was busy. Still, he couldn't leave the kid moping on the floor.
Even Rodney could tell that Sam was upset that JARVIS wasn't around anymore. He pushed some blocks away and sat down next to Sam. Reaching out, he gave him a gentle pat on the head.
"Hey, I could help. I don't have anything else to do today."Rodney said.
"Really?" Sam said with excitement as he sat up.
"Really. When we finish, we can send a picture to Cap. I bet he would like to see it."
Sam beamed at Rodney at hearing those words. He scrambled to his feet and started to gather the blocks into one pile. Rodney couldn't help but smile as the subject of 'Papa Steve' got Sam talking. Making the kid happy was nothing more than happy addition of work to his day. If building a tower could put a smile on Sam's face, he did his good deed for the day.