It had been your average day for Peter, wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, stop an armed robbery, stop another robbery at the other end of town, catch a carjacker, save a kitten from a tree. It was just your average day, that is until he returned home.

Spidey landed in the back alley and quickly changed back into Peter Parker. Seeing as it was only eight in the evening, he didn't need to sneak in through his window. He walked into the front door and found his adoptive father in the living room. Jackson looked up from a book in his hand and gestured his head towards the kitchen in the back.

"Pizza's on the counter. You also got a letter today." Jackson said.

A letter, how odd. It wasn't often that he got letters. Most of the time it was flyers from colleges trying to convince him that he should go there two years from now. It only resulted in them going into the trash. He knew where he was going to be going to school, NYU. In fact Jackson said that he would pull a few strings to get him in there with a decent scholar ship if he made sure to keep his grades up and not get into detention or trouble with the law. As soon as one of those three criteria was breached though, he could kiss that scholarship goodbye.

"Really? Who's it from?" Peter asked as he grabbed a slice of pizza from the kitchen.

"Your father." Jackson answered.

Peter froze mid bite. That was the last thing that he had expected to hear. How did his father even know where he was?

"I must admit, to you Peter, you had gotten the letter a few days ago." Jackson said.

Peter quickly finished the slice of pizza and headed back into the living room.

"Then why wait to say anything at all?" Peter asked.

Jackson sighed. "As your adoptive father it was in your best interest that I read the letter before you, for your sake. I wasn't sure what he was going to say and I didn't want him to influence you at all. You are my son, and I do not want you associating with him while you are under my room. And then I read that he wanted to talk to you. He said he wanted to meet you at some coffee shop on 7th avenue today at eight thirty. I wasn't going to give you the letter until after the meeting, but since there's no way you can get there in fifteen minutes, I thought it was safe enough to let you know about the letter."

Jackson held the letter out for Peter to take. Peter grabbed it and looked it over. His father wanted to reach out to him. Sure he had gotten into trouble in the past, but this might be the only opportunity for him to meet him. There was no way he was going to pass this opportunity. With his web swinging he should easily make it there with a few minutes to spare.

Peter took off out the door and ran down the side walk. Jackson knew that he was going to try to meet his father no matter what. But since he figured the time frame was not going to work out, he didn't bother to stop him. Peter had a feeling he was going to rub in the "missed meeting" with his father in his face. But Peter would easily keep the fact that he was going to make it on time to himself.

As soon as he was out of sight, he took off down a few alley ways and changed into Spider-Man. He webbed into the city as fast as he could. His heart pounded with anxiety and anticipation. So many things ran through his head. Which questions would he ask first, what was his father going to say? How would they both react upon seeing each other.

Police sirens pulled Spidey from his thoughts. A pair of cop cars were driving through the city streets chasing after a bright green getaway car. Spider-Man snorted. They couldn't have gone for a more inconspicuous car, couldn't they? At least it made figuring out who they were chasing all the easier. Acting quickly, Spidey shot a series of webs at the intersection that the green sports car was headed to. The car tried to swerve, but it was too late. The car was stuck in the wall of webs. After making sure that the cops had the situation handled, he webbed off.

Spidey checked the time on his phone. He was ten minutes late. His heart pounded and ached. He still had a little ways to go, but the coffee shop should be coming into view. Spider-Man just hoped that his father hadn't given up hope on meeting him.

A wave of relief washed over him as the street for the coffee shop came into view. He just hoped he wasn't too late. Besides, it wouldn't be too hard to track him down if he had just left. He just needed to know what he looked like and the web swinging would take care of the rest.

Spider-Man webbed onto the building behind the coffee shop and dropped down into the alley. He started to look around to see if anyone was going to see him change when his spider sense went off. Spidey spun around and was met face to face with Sandman. Talk about your unexpected surprises.

"What are you doing here?" The two of them asked at the same time.

Both men seemed taken aback. Sandman's eyes narrowed as he stared at the black suited hero. Spidey crossed his arms skeptically as he stared back at the super villain.

"I don't have time to deal with you." Spidey said.

"Same here." Sandman quickly added.

Spider-Man jabbed his thumb at the nearby street. "Now get out of here."

Sandman now crossed his arms and scoffed. "No, you get out of here before I change my mind. I have business here."

Spider-Man hesitantly said, "I know that I'm going to regret this but, what are you doing here? You're not going to rob the place are you?"

Sandman looked taken aback. "No. I'm here to meet someone."

There was a twist in Spider-Man's stomach as a thought ran through him. No, no, no way was Flint Marko William Baker. There was just no way. There was no way Sandman was his father. But, on the other hand, they both had the same eyes and hair, Flint had been in and out of jail quite a bit, and he was about the right age. Even still, he had to be sure.

"Who are you here to meet?" Spider-Man asked, hoping for a different answer than what he expected.

"I'm meeting my son." Flint answered.

There it was, the answer Spider-Man had been hoping not to hear. No, it had to be a coincidence. I just had to be. Still, he couldn't help but opening his mouth.

"No way." Spider-Man blurted out.

Sandman resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. Flint pulled out a small picture from his wallet and handed it to the young hero. The picture looked old and had seen it's fair share of wear and tear. Spider-Man's stomach twisted up in knots as he recognized the photo. It was a picture of him and his mother when he was four.

As he stared at the picture, the words fell out of his mouth. "Your real name isn't Flint Marko, is it?'

Sandman eyed him suspiciously as he answered. "No, it's not."

"It's William Baker isn't it." Spidey said.

Flint's eyes grew wide and he took a step back, unsure how the hero would know. Not many people knew of his old name.

"How did you know that?" Sandman asked.

It took a lot of effort to make sure his hands wouldn't shake, but he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the envelope and handed it and the picture back to Sandman, his father. Sandman's eyes grew wide once again as his face displayed a look of shock as he saw the envelope. It was then that Spider-Man peeled his mask back, revealing himself to his father.

"This wasn't how I expected this to go." Peter admitted.

"You're telling me." Flint said in utter disbelief.