"Greydon, the phone is for you!" Victor called.
His blonde human son came to the phone and grabbed it, "Hello? Hi Logan."
"Hey kid, wanna make some money?"
"I'm not rubbing your feet again," he said coldly.
"You can do that later. But I'm gonna give you $150 if you do something for me."
"Ok! I'll do it!" He smiled at the idea of money.
"I'll be there soon," he smiled and hung up.
"Logan, I'm not sure this is a good idea," Piotr told the older man.
"Look. I'm sick of changing pampers and rocking him to sleep and not being able to take a leak without Remy trying to kick the door down to come with me. ANd Whether or not you admit it you're tired of Lonnie."
The Russian just looked to the side.
"Now would you rather them stay with Greydon for a few hours or with your mentally unstable older brother with his destructive OCD?" Logan eyed him.
He sighed and agreed, "Hows Victor going to take it?"
"I asked Grey, not Vic."
Piotr paused for a moment, "What is Greydon to you?"
Logan thought, "Honestly I don't know if he's my kid brother or my nephew. The universes get changed too much to keep track. But I just know he's younger than me and related by some way."
Piotr shrugged. Marvel universes were weird after a while.
"What'd Jimmy want?" Vic asked.
"He wants to give me some money," Grey smiled. He didn't know what he was suppose to be doing but he was getting money.
Vic rolled his eyes, "You should've asked what he was giving it to you for."
"Its money, dad. You don't question."
After about twenty minutes Logan got there and used his key to come in, "Thanks Grey," he put three diaper bags by the door and Col set the three teens on the ground before closing the door and Logan locked it.
"Wait, WTH!" Victore looked at the three.