Author's Note: Once again I'd like to thank those who reviewed my story. I do have a dilemma though. Not really a dilemma, more like a question. What do you guys want to see? I want to know what you guys would like to see happen. However, do keep in mind that I'm NOT going to be using any of Spider-Man's enemies(such as the Green Goblin, or Doc Ock). I am however planning something with Lionel Luthor, though I'm not sure if I'm really going to do it. Anyway, please share with me your thoughts. I appreciate the good reviews, but I'd also like to know more on what you want. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Keep reviewing.

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Jonathan gazed at it. He read the column over and over. Clark stood by the kitchen counter, knowing full well of what was coming. He had been through this discussion with his dad before, several times infact. Yet Jonathan always felt the need to repeat himself when things like this happened.

"And you're saying he just showed up? No warning? No sign?"

"Yes."
"Just showed up and beat the guys up?"

"Well, tied two with was sticky, silver substance, but yeah."
Jonathan's eyes read the title of the paper aloud, as if him speaking it aloud would help it sink in faster.

"And Peter was there?"

"Yes."
"And Chloe?"

"Yes."
"And she saw all this."
"What do you mea- of course she saw. It's in the paper isn't it?"
Jonathan gave Clark a warning look. Clark lowered his head and stared at a random spot on the floor.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. But I want you to be careful around this," Jonathan paused and looked at the paper. "This 'Spider-Man'."

Clark's gaze now met his father's.

"But dad, he helped us. He protected Lana, Chloe, and Pete without me having to reveal my gifts. He's a good guy."
"And just how do you now that? Son, he showed up for the first time last night, out of thin air. We now nothing about him. And because of that, I want you to be careful. Don't use your gifts around him. We don't need some man in a bad halloween outfit knowing your secrets."
"But dad, he helped us."

"I know Clark. But what were his motives? Hm? Did he do it to protect you guys? Or did he do it for something else."

"I don't know."
"That's my point. You don't know. Maybe he likes to randomly attack people and those thugs just happened to be his target."

Clark gave him a doubting look.

"Look, son. All I want you to do is be careful. If you find out more then let me know. Just, keep an eye out. I don't want you getting hurt by some anonymous person with powers. I know you've dealt with super powered people before, but none have really kept their face hidden behind red ski masks. Or could stick to walls. Just...be careful okay?"
Clark gave a small smile.

"Okay dad."

Jonathan was about to say more when he heard the door open and saw a young Peter Parker step through it. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt which was now covered in sweat and dirt. His physique could be seen through the shirt.

"All done Mr. Kent."

"Thanks Peter. I really appreciate it. And remember, it's Jonathan."
Peter made his way behind Jonathan to see what he was reading. In his hands, Jonathan held a newspaper. It was titled The Torch. There were lots of articles in it, but the one Jonathan was on had an intriguing heading that took Peter by surprise. It read 'A Spider-Man Walks Among Us.' Peter had barely skimmed the piece before Clark voiced his curiosity.

"All done with what?"

"Oh, Peter volunteered to do your farm jobs while you were at school."

Clark looked at Peter in surprise.

"Well, you were gone, so I had to do something to keep busy. So I thought I might as well do something productive."

Clark gave a small nod.

"So you did all my chores for today?"

Peter smiled and nodded.

"So that would mean you're too tired to play basketball, right?"

Peter's face brightened.

"Really? No, I'm good. I could play a few games."

Clark's smile widened.

"Then let's go."

Both young men slowly made their way to a red and old barn.

"Your pretty good Peter. Wasn't quite expecting you to be that good."

"But you still won all three games. So my skill was irrelevant as far as I can see."
"Hey, there's always tomorrow. And maybe then you wouldn't have done a days worth of chores before the game."
"Maybe." Peter followed Clark inside the barn and spoke as they went up a flight of stairs.

"So is this your little hideout?"

"Kinda, ya. I like to come up here and clear my head. I also have a great view of the sky when it gets dark. You'd be amazed on how many stars there are."

Both were silent as Clark looked up into the afternoon sky. It was growing dark, but wasn't quite to evening yet.

"Hey, I spoke with the principal, and he says it's okay for you to shadow me tomorrow at school.

"Really? Cool." Peter paused. "I won't have to do homework will I?"

Clark smiled.

"Not unless you want to. Speaking of which, I noticed someone had made some changes on my math homework."

Peter shrugged.

"I just like math. Math and science."

When Clark didn't answer Peter felt the need to explain more.

"My dad was a scientist. I guess I inherited his brains, along with all his lab equipment. He's got some really interesting equations. Like this one on alternating molecular composition. It's really cool because-"

"So you're a brainy type of guy huh?"

Peter's face reddened slightly.

"Yeah."

"So where's your father now?"

Peter went silent and his head dropped down.

"He and my mother died in a plane crash."

Clark stared at him concerned. Damn, he thought.This kid has had it rough. Seems like every family member mention in conversation is dead. Got cheer him up somehow. Hopefully a trip to school will be just the thing.

Both of the popped their heads up as they heard Martha calling them in to eat dinner. Peter looked at Clark and smiled.

"Race ya there."
Clark returned the smile.

"You're on."