Sprawled on the couch, Steve flipped lazily through the television channels, unable to settle on anything.
Sunny was laid over his lap, dozing after a long morning of practice, Eva and Terra snuggled up in his fur, and Liberty had nested on the couch-back, chirping a negative at every show or commercial that flashed by.
James was seated on the carpet, using the coffee table to spread out his arsenal and clean everything with meticulous care, Demon the Houndoom and Abe the Absol on either side of him, while his Skrelp, Sting, was curled around one ear, and his Mawile, Princess, sat primly on his lap.
The former assassin had quietly admitted that he had been inspired by Hillevi to name his own Pokemon, to give them an identity that had long been denied him, and Steve had encouraged the decision.
He didn't mention Andy, tried so hard not to remember the Ambipom knowing what had likely become of him, and was just happy for the progress Bucky was making.
"Hey, Steve. Hi, James."
"Hey, Levi." The super soldier greeted, smiling as the tiny Valhallan plopped down right next to Demon and rubbed at the base of his horns.
Meatlug lumbered up next to her, Brightclaw curled around on of her spikes, as Sharpshot herded the tussling Skullcrusher, Lockjaw and Blackstar into the play area, where Cloudjumper seemed to be regaling Stormfly and Drumfire with an epic tale.
The line of James' shoulders loosened, and Sting chittered a greeting to the girl.
"What are you watching?"
"Nothing, really." Steve admitted, attention returning to his aimless search. "Any suggestions?"
"Well, Hermione told me about this show where they test myths about Pokemon…"
