"Oh my god, oh my god.."
He hadn't had a prayer to send up for a long while. Sure, he wouldn't have minded it were Gwen Stacy to know his name. Sure, it'd be swell if Flash would just stop getting in his face.
But he'd long ago decided that there was no God, or couldn't be at this rate. Not with what science proved. Not with the fact that his parents had left him.
"Someone call an ambulance, someone call an ambulance, right now!"
His hands shake though and they don't come together. He hasn't got the time to point upward when below him lies the opposite of heaven. Bloody, bloody hell, with its flames licking and the devil greeting him.
Shouldn't that be what he gets when his uncle dies because of him? Because he couldn't just meet his aunt May to take her back home, to just go along with it for the peace of their minds?
Because he just had to think he could do whatever he wanted. Because he thought he deserved to feel tired of their guardianship when all they have done, they didn't need to, didn't have to.
"Uncle Ben, please."
He's pleading, feeling how alarmingly cold his father-may-as-well-be remains under his hands. He's pressing, hoping, loss clinging over, blood running through his grasp.
There's something he'll learn from this, about how with great power comes great responsibility. And he'll learn from this, confirm from this, that there truly can't be a god.
How can there be when his uncle is dying?
How can there be when it's all unfair?
How can it be when this has happened, is happening, will have happened -
The ambulances take him away. No lightning happens to breathe life back into him.
There is no god. There can't be a god.
He knows it in the cracked pieces of his heart.