"Careful." Hillevi warned, Sharpshot letting out a bark as Skullcrusher pinned Blackstar to the carpet to split the dup up.

Meatlug eyed Lockjaw warningly and the Trapinch dutifully did not start another tussle, Brightclaw giggling from her perch on the Steel/Rock-type's back.

Swaying on her girl's back as she typed a message to Neville asking how Flora was doing-he had confided that the Bulbasaur had been experiencing pains recently-, Cloudjumper nudged Drumfire where he was hidden in the folds of her sweater's neck as Stormfly preened her wings.

"Excuse me, Miss Haddock." J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke from the speakers, drawing her attention upward. "But Master Stark would like to see you about something in Mister Banner's laboratory."

"No problem, J.A.R.V.I.S. Tell him I'm on my way."

Curious, since Tony had already finished her new prosthetic-a titanium piece with a woven leather grip that was working wonders so far-, the Valhallan stood and started gathering up all her Poke Balls.

As a safety precaution, only Sharpshot and Cloudjumper were allowed out in the labs, and that meant even Meatlug would need to be recalled.

Each was personalized, so she could keep track of which was which; a bright red for Sharpshot, a metallic silver for Meatlug, sky blue for Stormfly, an earthy brown for Skullcrusher, a dusky orange for Lockjaw, purple for Drumfire, blue and white for Brightclaw, and a black and blue one for Blackstar.

Once they were safely inside and the balls back on her belt, Hillevi headed for the door, Sharpshot at her side.

After a quick trip in the nearest elevator-thanks to the privacy of the top floors and repulsor technology-, Hillevi came out on one of the many R&D levels, this one housing Bruce's lab, a Hulk-proof room, and little else on said man's request.

She had been there many times in the process of making prosthetics, mostly when Tony refused to see reason, and found the area very calming thanks to the addition of a Zen garden.

Spotting said scientists through the glass walls, and feeling Cloudjumper's curiosity, the Valhallan allowed J.A.R.V.I.S. to perform a retinal scan and open the door.

"Hey, Bruce. Hey, Tony." Hillevi voiced, patting Felix's head as the Ninetales approached, touching noses with Sharpshot. "What's up?"

"There you are, kid!" Tony nearly shouted, practically vibrating as Bruce offered an apologetic smile. "Took you long enough! Get over here!"

Butterfingers snickered as she joined them at the metal workstation, looking over the strange Pokedex that sat on the surface.

The device was roughly the size of most Pokedexes, a square shape that flared out slightly at the top, with little nubs on the bottom, and the screen had two rounded extensions on top, flanked by a pair of speakers.

"A new Pokedex?" She ventured, confused and openly curious.

Companies often came out with new models every year, trying to outdo themselves and each other with some new feature or design, but Stark Industries had never been one of them…

"I've got a friend in Kalos that wanted me to test this one out for him." Tony explained, waving Butterfingers off when the Rotom started buzzing around his head. "Wanted me to go around recording Pokemon and all that, but I'm a little busy saving the world, so…"

It took a moment for the implication to set in, and Hillevi stared up at the billionaire in surprise.

"You want me to test it?"

"Why not?" Tony replied, unable to suppress a grin. "You're going to Hogwarts again soon anyway, and you'll see plenty of Pokemon. Take a few pictures, record some battles, and bam! It's tested!"

"It's not that simple." Bruce disagreed, adjusting his glasses with a sigh. "This particular Pokedex is…special. It requires a person that's comfortable with young Pokemon, especially those that do not often go into their Poke Balls."

Glancing between the pair of scientists, Hillevi's brow furrowed.

"What kind of Pokedex needs that kind of person?"

There was an almost manic gleam in Tony's eyes as he brandished a Friend Ball.

"This kind."

The sphere cracked open in a flash of light, and Hillevi blinked the stars away, jaw dropping at the revealed Pokemon.

"A Rotom?"

The ghostly Plasma Pokemon zipped around Butterfingers with a giggle, doing a couple circuits around the lab before disappearing into the device with a ZAP.

It powered on from the burst of electricity, the screen lighting up to reveal the Pokemon's face, and the device bounced up to float in the air, two arm-like attachments detaching from the back.

"Oh." Hillevi breathed, shocked. "That kind."

"Language selection completed." The Rotom Pokedex intoned, firing up its new systems. "Hillevi Horrendous Haddock the Third's user registration completed. Rotom Dex, initializing..."

A loading circle appeared, filling from one to a hundred percent, as Cloudjumper leaned forward to sniff, ears perked.

"Hello, User: Hillevi! It's nice to meet you!"

"Hello…" She replied, shoulders loosening. "It's nice to meet you, too."

"Hey, Rotom." Tony stated, effortlessly demanding attention. "Your job is to help out Levi while she's at school. Think you can do that?"

"Roger that!" The Rotom Pokedex accepted, eager.

Spotting Cloudjumper and Sharpshot, the ghostly device twisted around to take a picture of the startled Pokemon.

"Photos captured!" He proclaimed, before a page from the registry appeared on his screen, leaving only his eyes visible. "Latias, the Eon Pokemon. Latias is highly intelligent and capable of understanding human speech. It is covered in a glass-like down. The Pokemon enfolds its body with its down and refracts light to alter its appearance."

The image shifted to a new page.

"Charmeleon, the Flame Pokemon. Tough fights could excite this Pokemon. When excited, it may blow out bluish-white flames."

"The Rotom Pokedex is self-learning." Bruce explained, unable to hold back a smile at the stars in both Hillevi's and Cloudjumper's eyes. "He'll take pictures of all new Pokemon and their move sets to add to the wider database. It's really rather amazing."

Nodding almost absently, the reddish-brunette swallowed the lump in her throat and flushed red, ducking her head almost shyly.

"Do you…want to come with me, Rotom?"

The Pokedex blinked, as if the very thought of such a question had never occurred to him, before bobbing closer.

"I would like to help User: Hillevi in any way I can." He answered easily as Sharpshot leaned into her leg, and the Valhallan smiled.

"Then call me Levi…Dexter."


Hillevi and Dexter got along amazingly, once she introduced him to all the Tower's residents and got all the photography out of the way.

Dexter was cheery and eager to learn, something Hillevi could appreciate, and her patience helped the excitable Rotom ease into his new role, especially as a communication and reading device.

Lounging in the crook of Toothless' arm, the Valhallan read an app Hermione had recommended on Avalon cultures and customs as her Pokemon relaxed in the sunshine, protected by the force field that covered the Tower's roof.

Nonetheless, Toothless had curled his body around the perimeter, watching the young ones closely even as he relaxed.

Sharpshot was perched on his head, sharpening her claws, while Meatlug had stretched out on her belly, a roost for Brightclaw to watch from as Cloudjumper swooped past, leading Stormfly and Drumfire in a merry chase as Skullcrusher, Lockjaw and Blackstar tumbled past in a ball of playful nips and flailing tails.

Dexter let out a DING as a call request came through, and Hillevi blinked at the notice before tapping 'Accept'.

"Hey, Ron." She greeted, poking Dexter to keep him still as the Weasley's face appeared on his screen/belly.

"Hey, Levi. Having fun with the superheroes?"

"Oh, it's a blast." She drawled, face falling into an unimpressed setting. "Literally."

"Could be worse." He snickered, Cubchoo popping up on his shoulder.

"Did you call to get an update on the damage, or did you want to say something?" The Valhallan interrupted, unable to hold back a smile.

"Oh, yeah!" Ron remembered, shoulders straightening. "Harry's coming to Tor Town for his birthday, and we're all meeting up in Diagon Alley to get school supplies the day after. You wanna come?"

"Do I!" Hillevi answered, her excitement deflating after a moment. "Unless you guys don't want all the extra attention…"

"Hey, you're still Levi." The boy assured, grinning. "Even if you do bring a couple superheroes along."

"Oh, I see how it is." She teased, leveling her friend with a mock glare. "You only want me for my connections."

Ron laughed, nearly sending Cubchoo tumbling to the floor.

"See you there, Levi."

"See you."

Dexter shook himself as the screen return to its default setting, blinking.

"Should I tell Mister Tony?"

"Sure, send him a message." Hillevi agreed, reaching up to pet the underside of Toothless' jaw so he purred. "What do you think, bud? Wanna go on a trip to Diagon Alley?"