Grey had barrakaded his door to keep his father at bay when he saw his bike tipped over. Victor was fuming and locked both Lonnie and Pietro in an empty closet. He was gonna take a belt to Grey but needed to calm down first. He sighed and tried to buff the scratches away.
"Greydon! Get out of that room, feed those demons and bring them in your room. Don't make me say it twice."
Grey whimpered and pulled his bed and dresser from in front of the door. He looked around, "Where are they?"
"Follow the crying," Victor smacked his butt hard.
"Oww!" he grabbed and went to find them, but stopped and just went to make them some food, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and fill their bottles with juice. He sat and ate his first then went and found them in the closet.
"Come on," he ushered them out. They sobbed and Pietro rubbed his head, vic tossed Lonnie on top of him, "Time for lunch."
He gave them their food and went to watch tv as they dismantled them and smeared the peanut butter on the table.
"Bad!" He slapped Pietro in the butt, "Whats wrong with you idiots!" he grabbed a dish rag to clean the table before his father all out killed him.
Pietro screamed and grabbed his butt. He sobbed and rubbed his butt and head, "I telling Papa!"
"I don't know who your 'papa' is and I don't care!" he cleaned it up, "Ok, thats it. You two are sleeping until Logan gets back here!" he grabbed them both and wiped their faces. He didn't want to, but considering his father was already gonna lay him out for the bike incident, he took them to his room and made them get on the floor.
"Here," he gave them blankets and pillows, "Sleep and don't move!"
They sniffled at the fact he was yelling. He sighed and waited for them to fall asleep. When they finally did he went to finish cleaning the kitchen and see if he could get in contact with his brother...uncle...person.
"I want you to eat real food. Do you understand me?" Piotr was on his cell phone, "A REAL meal, Mickey. Vodka with cheese and crackers doesn't count as a meal. I mean it. If you don't eat today I'm taking your vodka for two days."
Logan just snickered as he ate his steak. Nothing like a younger brother taking care of an older brother.
"Alright. Love you, bye," the russian turned back to his full and ate, "I have to make sure he eats."
"He's a stereotype," Logan smirked. The taller man sighed.