(Based on Spider-man: Homecoming. No real spoilers here unless you really haven't heard of Spider-man's backstory. Super sad though. Sorry, didn't mean to make it this painfully detailed. Just kinda did.)

Peter rushed to hold Uncle Ben, the blood from his wound streaming down his arm. "Uncle Ben!?" He sobbed. "Uncle Ben, what happened!? Who did this!? Uncle Ben!?"

"Peter..." Ben said breathlessly. "Do you still want to be a superhero?"

"Uncle Ben, please, preserve your energy..." He said with his voice breaking.

"Remember, Peter..."

"Uncle Ben, please! Stop talking! I-I-I'm calling an ambulance now!"

"With great power..."

"Stop it! No! You... You're OK!" It started to snow. Ben deeply exhaled as Peter dialed 911 into his phone. "Uncle Ben!?" He dropped his phone. In the alleyway beside him, he heard metallic creaking as a man covered his left arm with a jacket sleeve, and pulled a hood over his long, brown hair. The man hopped onto a motorcycle and drove off calmly, like a machine, as Peter Parker watched his uncle bleed out.

"Peter!? Ben! Wh... What happened!? Peter, what happened!?" Aunt May sobbed and ran out of the doorway to embrace her family, sobbing along with her nephew.

Peter didn't look up. "With great power, comes great responsibility. That's what he was gonna say."