This next one is about Pietro and Todd taking care of Rick, Warren and Anya's baby. Babysitting Pietro's nephew gives Todd the idea to start a babysitting business to make money. In this shot, Pietro's older sister is alive and married to Angel and Pietro and Todd live with them in their nice, big house.

Pietro was laying on the couch, playing his gameboy.

A woman with blond hair and brown eyes walked in, holding a baby.

"Pietro."

"What's up, sis?"

"I need you to watch Erik for me while Warren and I go go to a meeting. Then we're going out to dinner, so we'll be gone all day."

When people would ask Anya why she named her baby father her monster of a father, Anya would say once there was a time Magneto was a good man. But while Anya and a few others called the baby Erik Jr. and Baby Erik, Pietro and the rest called the kid Rick.

"His name is Rick," said Pietro. "Why did you have to be so cruel and name the boy after the monster who locked your little sister in a crazy house when she wasn't crazy. She just had some trouble with her powers."

"Oh stop it. Dad wasn't always a bad man. And I didn't want to name him Warren Worthington IV. And niether did Warren. I hate it when people name their kids after themselves."

"Warren number four is better then being Magneto number two."

"Will you watch him or not?"

"Sure. Go have fun."

Thank you."

Anya handed her son to her little brother and went to get ready.

"You have blond hair like both your parents," Pietro said to the baby. "You and your mama are the only ones born into the Magnus family with blond hair. Everyone else has either white, black, or brown hair. I don't know how Anya got blond hair."

Rick giggled.

Todd walked into the family room.

"Yo, just gonna be us the the little guy?"

"Yeah," said Pietro. "My sister and her husband are gonna be busy all day."

Todd suddenly got an idea.

"Hey," he said. "We take such good care of Rick when his folks are busy, why don't we start a babysitting business to make some extra cash."

"I don't know if that's a good idea," said Pietro.

"Why not?" asked Todd.

"'Cause just because we can take care of Rick, doesn't mean we can take care of other people's babies."

"We can do it, yo. If we can take care of Rick, and if we were able to take care of ourselves when we lived in that crappy house, we can take care of other people's kids."

Pietro shrugged. "Okay. If you say so."

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Still think we can do this?" growled Pietro in frustration.

The two mutants were now had ten crying babies in the house to take care of. Eleven counting Rick, who was the only baby not crying.

"Okay, maybe this wasn't such a great idea," said Todd, nervously.

"I'll change Tommy. You keep Josh from eating the dust balls."

Rick watched his uncle and his uncle's friend run around, taking care of the other babies.

Pietro walked over to his nephew, holding Jessie is his arms, feeding with with her bottle.

"I hope when you grow up, you'll never let your dumb friends talking you into stuff."

Rick giggled. Pietro smiled.

It was nine o'clock and Pietro and Todd were watching TV. Rick was in Pietro's arms, napping.

"He just went to sleep," whispered Pietro. "Lower the volume."

"Today wasn't so bad," whispered Todd. "We got a lot of money."

"Yeah, but we're never doing that again."

"Never."

Anya walked into the room.

"Hey," she said. "How is he?"

"Sleeping," answered Pietro, handing the baby over.

Anya took the baby in her arms. "How was he?"

"He was a little angel."

"That's good. Thanks for watching him. You two are the best."

Anya took Rick to his room.

"So Tro, what are going to buy with your money?" asked Todd.

No answer.

"Tro?"

Pietro was asleep on the couch.