Bullseye was in his hideout.  With no windows (Bullseye was always paranoid about snipers, they might send snipers) the dingy apartment's only light source was a dim bulb, without a shade, that absently swung from the ceilling.  Bullseye wasn't a big reader, but the apartment's single bookshelf was crammed with over a dozen books.  All of the books were "Catcher In The Rye", just different editions.  In the middle of the floor was a mini-mountain of various objects:  knives, household aplliances, pebbles, all sorts of stuff.  His weapon collection.
Bullseye was sitting on the floor, cradling himself back and forth.  He'd taken his mask off, and his face was sheened with sweat.
"Spider-Man's after me, Osborn's after me, Daredevil's after me, The Punisher's after me.  Even the Doc's after me, heh heh, no not The Doc, not him.  But maybe, maybe.  I'll have to keep my eye on him, yeah, definitely keep my eye on him, yes.  I'm going to take Spider-Man's head, you know.  Yeah, I am.  Give it to The Doc.  The Doc's a nice guy, reminds me of my dad.  No he's not a nice guy, definitely not.  That's why he reminds of my dad, yeah.  Is that the best you can do?  Heh heh, yeah."
Bullseye looked around him, watching for anyone trying to sneak into the room.  Everyone was after him.  they wanted to take him away.  But he was here to stay this time.  No one was going to stop Bullseye.
"But I gotta get Spider-Man, so I gotta get Osborn.  Yeah, gotta get Osborn, heh heh.  But Osborn wants Spider-Man too, so he won't give him to me.  No, he won't.  What do you think I should do?  Never mind, I know.  I know what to do.  I know everything, heh heh, yeah.  But first I gotta go to Oscorp.  Yeah, back to Oscorp.  But first I need to take my pills.  Yeah, feelin' a bit under the weather, heh heh.  I lost a tooh, you know.  Yeah, it hurt."
Bullseye stood up, and put his mask back on.  He walked into the tiny bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and took his medication.  That might stop him having a seizure.  Then again, it might not.  We went back into the living room.
"I'm glad we could have this little chat, yeah I am.  I'm starting to think you're the only one that really understands me.  I think we oculd have something special....Mary-Jane."
Mary-Jane was sitting on a chair, tied up and gagged, and sedated for the time being.  Bullseye brushed back her hair with his hand and kissed her on the forehead.  Then he left his hideout, heading for Oscorp, heading for Norman Osborn.