Sandman was still frozen in shock. The sun had just begun to set when he was finally able to pull himself together. Spidey, or should he say his son, was long gone by now. He sighed and headed back to the hide out desperately wanting to get this whole encounter off his mind for a while.

Rhino looked up as Sandman walked through the door.

"What happened to you? Ya look terrible," Rhino commented seeing the strange look on Flint's face.

"A lot," Flint said with a heavy sigh.

O'Hirn looked at him for a second. "Well, ya gonna tell me what happened or what?"

Flint ran a hand through his short hair and let out a sigh. "I don't know." He shook his head debating on whether to tell his friend anything.

Rhino looked at him flatly. "Oh come on. It might help you get whatever's messing with ya off your mind."

Sandman let out a small laugh in response. "Yeah, but where to start, and what to say?"

His eyes were transfixed on the ground as he was mulling this over. Rhino rolled his eyes.

"Ah just start at the beginning, will ya?" Rhino said with annoyance in his voice.

Flint looked up and asked, "Is anyone here? Besides us?" It would be hard enough talking to O'Hirn, he didn't need anyone else knowing what happened.

Rhino shrugged. "I don't keep track of who comes in an out a here. But I think it's just us two. Why? What does it matter?"

Sandman took a deep breath, "I don't want anyone else to know that…" He struggled to get his words out. Rhino's interest peaked. If it was this hard for him to admit, it had to be interesting news.

"I have a son," Flint quickly said.

"What!" exclaimed Rhino, followed by a hearty laugh.

"And don't you go around telling people about this. This stays between you and me," Sandman said strictly.

Rhino stopped laughing immediately. "Oh, you're serious."

"O-of course I'm serious!" Flint replied a bit shocked that Rhino thought he was joking.

"So did you just find out today?" Rhino asked.

"No. I've known the whole time. I met him once when he was about five," he replied.

"How long ago was this?" questioned Rhino.

"About eleven years ago. He didn't know I was his dad at the time. His mom told him that someone else was his dad so he probably thought I was a friend of his mom's."

"Well that sucks," Rhino stated bluntly.

"Yeah, I'll say," Marko agreed. "And it didn't help how I ran into him."

Rhino raised an eyebrow. "Really, how'd you run into your kid?"

Sandman wanted to avoid telling him who his son was at all cost. "Saved his life. Long story short he figured out I was his dad."

Rhino thought for a second. "Are you sure that he wasn't just saying that?"

"No, I know he wasn't. He knew that my real name isn't Flint Marko, as well as a couple other things. He didn't even tell me at first. Heck, at first I thought he knew my son. He ranted for a while why my son would be upset if I met him. I didn't figure out he was venting until he accidentally let it slip that he was actually my son. I'm positive that he didn't want me to know that it was him. I'm pretty sure he thinks I hate him and I'm almost positive he hates me."

"Ah, he'll get over it," Rhino said, failing to comfort his friend.

"I'm pretty sure he won't," Sandman responded back flatly.

"What makes you so sure about that?" Rhino asked, sounding very interested.

Flint hesitated for a second before speaking, "Never mind why."

Rhino could tell Sandman was trying to avoid the subject. But he wanted to know why, and he was going to find out.

"Ah come on tell me. It can't be that bad, right?" Rhino questioned.

Sandman responded feeling slightly irritated, "Just drop it ok!" He turned to walk away.

"Ah come on. It's not like Spider-Man's your son or somethin'," Rhino responded jokingly.

Flint froze and didn't respond. "Oh, no wonder you came in like you did!" Rhino said, realizing what this meant.

Sandman turned around. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone and I mean anyone. This is one mess I have to fix myself."

Peter was walking home when he heard an alarm go off. He quickly ducked into a nearby ally to change. He leaped out in front of the robbers.

A thug threw a punch at Spidey. He ducked and dig a leg kick. The thug landed on his back. He quickly webbed the thug to the ground and dodged a bullet from thug number two. He jumped over the robber shooting a web at his gun and yanked it out of his hand. Shooting another web, he stuck the guy to a nearby wall.

Seeing that both robbers were gone he decided to take off. He decided to go webbing around, keeping an eye out for any other crimes.

After scanning the area, something caught the Webhead's eye. Of course, it was Sandman. Of all people to run into, it had to be him. He might as well check it out, maybe he forgot about the whole thing, right? Right?

"Spidey, we need to talk," Flint said softly but with an urgent tone to it.

"What about?" asked Peter, attempting to brush the whole thing off. "It's not like it matters. Just forget about it. Okay?" He really just wanted this whole issue to be done with, the sooner the better.

"No, we need to talk about this," Sandman said in an attempt to get his so- Spidey, to listen to reason.

Flint was met with bitterness as Spidey spoke, "No. I'm leaving. You don't care. I don't care. Now goodbye." He turned to leave.

"Please just wait!" Flint pleaded.

"You don't even know my name! You don't know a thing about me. I don't need to listen to you." And with that, he jumped off the ledge.

"I'm not letting you get away from me so easily this time," Sandman said to himself as he trailed Spidey.

When Peter got home, he saw Diamond waiting for him in the living room. The man had a big smile on his face that sent shivers down Spidey's spine.

"Welcome home, son," he said eerily.

'Son? He's never called me that before,' thought Peter. Then he notices papers on the table.

"What are these?" Peter asks skeptically.

"Oh these? Oh nothing, just adoption papers," said Ross, nonchalantly.

Peter's eyes shot wide. "NO!" He went for the papers in disbelief but Ross grabbed his wrist and grabbed his neck with his other hand, pinning the boy to the wall.

"I don't think so! And even if you did destroy those, it would matter! Those are just copies! You belong to me now, you little bastard!" he hissed.

Peter kneed Diamond in the gut and kicked him, sending the man flying onto the table. The young hero quickly rushed up the stairs, to get all this things and run away. Maybe he could stay with Liz for a while. Or Maybe with Harry, Gwen, or MJ.

Well, maybe not Harry, only because his dad, Norman Osborn, gave him the creeps.

He made it to the top, but Ross had managed to catch up with him and had grasped the back of his head and kept slamming his face into the wall. Then he threw Peter down the stairs.

Once he had reached the bottom, Peter just laid there, motionless.

"Get up!" ordered Ross.

But Peter didn't move. Diamond kept yelling but Peter would not get up.

Diamond's eyes went wide. He'd killed the boy.

Scared, the man ran out of the house, not wanting to get the blame for the boy's death.

What Diamond didn't know was someone had witnessed the whole thing.