For a Future, a x-men fanfic

This story takes place in the Age of Apocalypse. The sequel is For a Now.

Hidy-ho. Pietro belongs to Marvel, story to me. No harm no foul don't sue gracias.

For a Future

Pietro stepped into Charles' room quietly. Nanny was gone. Father had taken her to the shop for general repairs. That was all the better. He didn't like Nanny particularly well. He didn't think it was right to have a robot raise a child-especially his brother.

Pietro walked to the crib. Charles was sprawled out on his stomach, one of his arms clutching stuffed bear. Pietro smiled, "You shouldn't be on your stomach-its not safe for babies" He gently lifted the infant from the crib.

"You would be even more spoiled if Wanda were still with us" he whispered. He kissed his little brother on the cheek and sat down in a chair. "You-you have it made, you know that, Charles? There are a dozen people willing to give their lives for you, so much technology protecting you from the Madri and Apocalypse And you don't even know it. I'd give anything to be in your position, you know that? Oblivious and innocent."

The baby began to wriggle and yawn. "Damn" Pietro muttered, "now I've woken you up, haven't I?" he said as he stared into the pair of blue eyes looking at him. The child cooed.

"Pie'ro," he said.

"Yes, hello, brother," he said. I'm old enough to be your father, he thought.

"Play," Charles commanded. He reached for the two locks of Pietro's white hair that didn't fall with the rest. They were much to far out of his reach, but he tried anyway.

Pietro chuckled. "Well, I see our father's commanding attitude has been passed to you as well, eh?" He sighed, "I had hoped it had skipped over you."

"Play, Pie'ro," Charles said again.

"Oh no, we can't, Father will be cross," Pietro explained, "you should be asleep Though I *did* wake youThe blame is mine."

"Where daddy?" Charles became sidetracked at the mention of their father.

"He and mother are working." Pietro said. "They never really have time for you, do they? No one but Nanny does" Pietro tightened his grip on the baby. "I promise I'll always have time for you." He kissed Charles' forehead.

"My, what are you doin' up, Charles? Your supposed t' be asleep," a voice came from behind them. Pietro turned; Rogue was standing in the doorway. She had an angered look across her face.

"I believe that is the cue for you to go back to sleep, Charles," Pietro said. He stood up and placed Charles back in his crib.

"'night, Pie'ro."

"Good night," Pietro said. He walked from the room into the hall where Rogue was waiting for him. He shut the door softly.

"'No one has time for him?'" Rogue hissed. "We're fightin' a war, Pietro!"

"But he is your son. You-my father, you owe him. You can't let a robot raise him! I make it a practice not to question my father's moves, but He is an infant. He needs more than a robot!"

"We're tryin' ta give him a future," Rogue said.

"What's a future without a past?" Pietro asked. Rogue stood silent. "Goodnight, 'Mother'." He took off down the hall.

Rogue pursed her lips and stormed down the hallway.