Jack, or rather Vice, was swinging through the halls, making his way with extreme precision and agility past every person he saw, flawlessly. He had known that he was going to be late. He tried so hard not to be late.

The date for the meeting had completely slipped Jack's mind as he went on with his average day, stopping small crimes and swinging around without a care in the world. He slammed into room after room, trying to find the one in charge, until he rather suddenly burst into Nick Fury, landing a couple feet away and slapping on a quick salute.

"Silver Spider reporting for duty?"

Seems the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree.