Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or any of the characters. If so, I would also own Marvel and everything would probably be very different. XD

The rays of the sun peaked over the buildings of New York and through the windows of the little shops that lined the busy streets. In one particular shop window, one might be able to see a slight shimmer and sparkle of glass jars neatly displayed beside each other in several organized rows. But at a closer glance, one would see that these were not just empty little jars sitting on the shelves. Inside these little jars are little people. Some of them are just sitting at the center of their jar focused on nothing. Others are up and active, possibly trying to escape or just amusing themselves. There are others just dozing off in the rays of sunshine that happen to hit their cozy little jars.

One catches your eye as you finish the front window display. It is the itty bitty one from the first shipments from your boss Loki. He is standing at the edge of his jar, his tiny hands pressed against the glass watching you curiously. He's seen you set up shop numerous times but it never seems to fail to amuse him. You give him a small smile as you flip over the open sign hanging beside the front window. He flashes you a bright, hopeful smile. He is probably hoping that today is his day, and you secretly hope it will be too. You feel so sorry for the little one. He's seen so many of his fellow jar-friends bought, yet he's still here… waiting. Everyone from the first shipment has already been purchased. He is the only one left of them, you remind yourself sadly. You then shake your head some. It is time to focus on customers that will soon be coming in. You'll have time to think about him later.

Today was a good business day, you think happily as the day finally starts to come to a close. The shelf of jars is practically empty and the window display will need more items tomorrow. Loki will certainly be pleased with you.

You glance over at the shelves as you head towards the front to close up shop. You mentally take count of what you'll need to stock up on for tomorrow when you notice him. The little one is still there, hands pressed against his glass jar. His eyes are still full of hope. You wonder why he can still be hopeful until you look at the time. There are still a few more minutes until it is time to close. It wouldn't hurt to go back to the register and wait even though you know no one else will stop by the shop. Just as you turned to go back, you hear the familiar sound of a bell ringing.

"You're not closed yet, I hope?"

You quickly turn around to face your customer and shake your head before encouraging him to take his time and look around. After all, you have time to spare. You then head back to your position behind the register and watch your customer curiously. The customer is a young man that seems to be in his late twenties. You can't tell what color his hair is due to his cap, but you're pretty positive that it is probably brown. He walks around for a bit, glancing at your wares before stopping in front of the shelf of jars. For a brief moment, you swore you heard a small gasp come from the jars. (Though later you would never admit it. You've never heard those little people make a peep before.)

You crane your neck some as you see your customer pick up a jar. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. It's him! Your customer currently has in his hands the little one you honestly never thought would ever be chosen. But wait… you've seen this before, you remind yourself. There have been others who have picked up the same jar only to place it back on the shelf. The poor little one will probably have his heart broken again. You then decide you'll get him a little treat to cheer him up. It's a wonder why you never thought of doing that for him before.

Though, you quickly clear those thoughts away as your customer heads towards your register. You give him a smile and ask if he found everything all right.

"I believe I did," he replies with a smile, carefully placing his chosen product on the counter.

You find your eyes widening once again in surprise. He actually chose the little one! You are rather flustered as you punch the numbers into your register and accept his payment. You stumble over your words as you give the man his change. You manage a "thank you" before you begin to carefully wrap the glass jar.

"Oh no," your customer quickly interrupts and places his hand on the jar.

You look at him quizzically as he takes the jar and unscrews the lid and carefully scoops out the little one.

"I don't need the jar," he explains and gently places the little one in his front coat pocket. "Steve will be quite comfortable here."

You nod dumbly and take back the jar. You bid him a good day as he heads out. Right before he leaves, you notice little Steve give you a wave of good-bye. You wave back, feeling happy for the little fellow. Though, you are still feeling a bit confused about your customer's behavior. No one has ever taken their little person out of the jar right after purchasing it or named it for that matter. It is quite strange, you think as you finally head up to close your little shop. You wonder if there are more people like that customer that would give true love and care to your little jar people. Perhaps there are… you secretly wish so as you finish locking up the shop. It definitely would make things more interesting for you. And well, deep down inside you care deeply for you little jar people.

Note: This story was inspired by a tumblr post (I think?) I saw on pinterest. Credits to them for this cute idea! I plan on making this a series of drabbles so other little Avengers should make an appearance. I hope you guys will enjoy them. :3