I wasn't sure if I should do a fourth part, but several people seemed to like the idea, so here you go! But this will definitely be the last of this story line. If anyone has ideas about specific things they want to read next, I'm always open to suggestions. Even if I don't write about your idea right away, I will definitely be considering everything I get because I'm cruel and love hurting Peter so much. But he's always happy in the end, so it's not too cruel!

WARNING-contains mentions of a drug overdose, plus hallucinations and vomiting, excessive bleeding, stuff like that. Personally I don't think it's that gross, but then again I don't get grossed out by much, so... Anyway, be warned that there is potentially gross stuff in here.

By mid summer, all the legal processes had wrapped up. Since Rick and Oscar were minors and because I didn't want to press them too hard, they ended up with 200 hours of community service each, and a restraining order was put in place. Neither one of them was legally allowed to be within fifty feet of me, which I was eternally grateful for.

The rest of the school year had been interesting, to say the least. Soon enough everyone found out about the whole situation and so of course that was all anyone could talk about. It was kind of embarrassing to be stared at in the hallways all the time, and even more embarrassing to be known as the guy who was making a really big deal out of a little bullying, but nothing really bad happened.

The Avengers, being the possessive, overprotective older siblings they were, began showing up after school every day just to escort me home and make sure no one tried anything. Luckily not all of them came every day, usually it was in groups of two or three, but enough of them to let people know that they wouldn't tolerate anyone messing with me. People got the message and left me alone, so that was nice.

Ned became more protective than ever. He barely ever left my side during school, and would only leave at the end of the day once he saw that one or more of the Avengers were waiting for me. During the afternoon and on weekends he would text every hour to make sure I was okay.

It was really nice that everyone cared so much about me, but it didn't take long for me to get super fed up with the whole situation. Finally one night, after Ned asked Bucky and Steve to literally drive to my apartment to make sure I was okay since I had stopped answering his texts, I asked everyone to calm down about everything. Actually, I demanded it. I may or may not have raised my voice a little bit. Spoiler alert, I did. I yelled. A lot.

But it worked. Everyone began giving me more space and gradually everything calmed down.

But of course, as my stupid Parker luck would have it, the calm didn't last.

I had long since healed from when Bucky found me in the parking lot, my only injuries being ones that I got when out at night as Spiderman. This, and the fact that school was over and I spent most of my time at the Avengers Compound, is what helped Aunt May in making the decision to accept an invitation from one of her friends from work to spend a week in Florida. It was the type of thing she'd always wanted to do, but hadn't been able to since Uncle Ben died because she wasn't willing to leave me by myself. But now that I had twenty of the strongest and mightiest heroes in the world (and galaxy) as my best friends, she was a little more comfortable with the idea of leaving for a little bit.

I was supposed to spend the first three days at the compound with the Avengers, and then the rest of the week with Ned and his family at the beach. It was going to be the best week of my life, the thing I'd been looking forward to all summer. But no, why would ever get to do the thing I wanted to do more than anything? That's too nice for me. But don't worry, I'm totally not bitter about it.

In case you couldn't tell, yeah, I'm bitter. It's not fair that I never get to do what I want. It makes me really mad. Oh well.

I was packing for my stay at the compound when they came.

My spider-sense told me there was danger before I opened the door. Usually I was really good about listening to my spider-sense, especially when I was at home, but since May wasn't there (she'd left with her friends the night before), I figured I could handle any danger that came my way. So I opened the door, which turned out to be the most idiotic decision I'd ever made, and I'm not exactly known for having great common sense.

Two tall figures stood outside my apartment, wearing sweaters with the hoods pulled down to throw shadows on their faces, but I knew who they were immediately. I tried to push the door closed as soon as I recognized them, but Rick and Oscar were stronger than scrawny Peter Parker should be and pushed their way into the apartment. Only after they were inside did they close the door, and locked it with a sickening thud which seemed to echo throughout the room and spell my impending doom.

None of us spoke, trying to stare down the others. I knew I could easily beat them if it came down to it, but I knew that I shouldn't. It would raise suspicion. With a sinking heart I realized that I was going to have to take whatever beating they had planned, unless by some miracle help came before that.

A sudden spark of hope illuminated my hopeless situation as I remembered that the Avengers were expecting me to be done packing within an hour or two, and then Steve and Bucky were going to pick me up and bring me to the compound. If I could just hold out for an hour… Then again, I thought, continuing to glare at my tormentors, if I could get to my phone and press the panic button that Tony had installed for situations like this, it would only take like ten minutes for Tony and Rhodey to be there in their full metal suits. Even Thor might show up, since he could fly too. And Sam, for that matter.

I moved my hand to quickly grab my phone from my pocket, but realized with dread at the last second that I had stupidly left it in my bedroom when I went to answer the door. Rick and Oscar both saw me move my hand and were on me right away, before I could even think about running to get my phone. They tackled me to the ground, both their full weights landing directly on top of me. I hit the floor hard and hissed in pain as my ribs took most of the force of the fall. That was definitely going to bruise.

"You're gonna pay for ratting us out, Parker," Rick growled in my ear. "After we're done with you, you're gonna wish you'd never been born."

"Can't say I haven't wished that before," I quipped, knowing that joking about the situation definitely was not going to help me but unable to stop myself anyway. "Also, just FYI, that threat is super cliche. You might wanna think of something better before the next time you threaten some-"

Before I could finish my insult, Rick cut me off with a really hard hit across my jaw. My teeth slammed into each other, and blood filled my mouth from where my tongue was caught between my teeth and from the empty socket where a tooth had fallen loose. The force of his punch made my head snap against the floor really hard, and dots swam in front of my eyes.

"Tha's not cool, dude," I said weakly, my words slurring together slightly as my eyes crossed and uncrossed. Rick's eyes hardened.

"No, Parker, you know what's not cool?" He asked ferociously. "It's not cool to be stared at in school and made fun of for being the guys who got a freaking restraining order because some disgusting little wimp couldn't handle a few punches!"

"If you didn't want to get in trouble, maybe you shouldn't've attacked me," I suggested, forgetting briefly that, while my argument made sense, Rick didn't care much about that kind of thing. Sure enough, he wasn't happy with me talking back to him. He hit me again and again, and I could feel my nose snap under the force of his blows. Great. Just great. I absolutely loved having a broken nose.

Finally he stopped, but I didn't get much of a break. Through my unsteady vision and the blood dripping into my eyes I could see Oscar picking up the wooden baseball bat that my dad had given me for my sixth birthday, right before and my mom died. Tears filled my eyes, both from the throbbing pain of my broken nose and from the thought that the last present my dad ever gave me was going to be used to inflict untold amounts of pain on me.

"No no no, please not that!" I begged, the tears now streaming unchecked down my cheeks. "Please, use anything else in this apartment, but not that!"

Immediately I knew I had said the wrong thing, as an evil glint appeared in both their eyes.

"Aww look, puny Peter doesn't want us to wreck his cute wittle baseball bat," Oscar said in an exaggerated baby voice. He lifted the bat and brought it down on me as hard as he could. Several ribs cracked with more hits, along with my left hip. And those weren't the only things that cracked. The baseball bat wasn't exactly new, and it fractured under so much force. Oscar stared in contempt at the two halves of the bat and threw it down on the floor. I couldn't stop the tears that flowed freely from my eyes at the sight.

"What's wrong, Peter? Did your mommy give you this before she died?"

The feeling of intense hatred which seemed to accumulate in every particle of my being as he taunted me burned and grew until I could hold it back no more. He could hurt me all he wanted, but there was no way on Earth I was going to let him say anything about my mother. I staggered drunkenly to my feet. The floor seemed to tilt and sway beneath me as I rushed toward both of them, but I ignored it and focused only on the rush of adrenaline which fueled me enough to throw myself on top of them and begin hitting, completely ignoring the burning of my broken ribs and hip.

I can't even describe how fortunate I was that I still has some semblance of control over myself, allowing me to limit how hard I hit them, or they both would have died under my punches. Rick struggled out from under me and wrapped his thick arm around my neck, effectively cutting off my air supply. My grasp on Oscar weakened and fell away as I moved my hands to scratch at his arm and try to restore my ability to breathe.

"Oscar, get the bag!" I could hear Rick shouting through the rush of blood in my ears. His grip was beginning to loosen and I felt a surge of hope, but it disappeared in an instant as I felt a cold needle slip into my arm, and an even colder liquid was injected into my bloodstream.

Everything started getting a little blurrier, and Rick and Oscar's voices sounded like they were coming through a layer of water which covered my entire head but didn't quite have enough strength to knock me out. A thought appeared in my brain, accompanied by the dull worry that they had tried to drug me into unconsciousness. Drugging someone like that never implied good intentions, but I knew the drug wouldn't work on my completely because of my enhanced metabolism. Even as these thoughts rattled around my brain I could feel my body burning through the drug like it was nothing.

"Why isn't he unconscious?" Rick's distorted voice came through the fog in my brain.

"I dunno, I gave him the full amount," Oscar replied.

"He looks like he's getting more alert."

Their faces swam into my view, staring down at me with a mixture of confusion and worry on their faces.

Staring down. Huh, that was weird. I didn't remember how I ended up on the floor. Why did my head hurt so much? And why did all the lights suddenly seem really bright?

"Are you sure you gave him the full amount?" Rick asked. Oscar held up an empty syringe as proof. Rick looked back and forth between me and the syringe before shrugged nonchalantly and reaching for the small black backpack they had brought with them. He pulled out a bottle which was almost full of some kind of liquid, then casually refilled the syringe.

"Hold him down," he ordered his brother. Oscar almost gleefully knelt down and pinned my arms and legs to the floor. It was pretty pointless though, because even if I had understood what they were doing, I wasn't coherent enough to do anything about it.

Rick grabbed my right arm and, after locating the biggest vein, stabbed the needle in and injected the liquid directly into my bloodstream. I could feel it travelling throughout my body, and I knew it was doing something, but I guess they couldn't see it. Rick filled the syringe again and injected me again. He kept doing that until the bottle was pretty much empty.

By that point, everything had started to seem a little…weird. I felt kind of floaty and empty, like a bubble. Except not like a bubble because there was something inside me. It felt like, maybe a snake? It was crawling, trying to get out by forcing its way up my throat. I opened my mouth to let it out, but something else came out instead. A liquid spilled out of my mouth covering my face and my clothes and the floor around my head. It got stuck in my mouth and I choked on it while trying to breathe. I wanted to turn over and get it out of my mouth, but all of my muscles were being weird. They felt tense, but at the same time they felt like limp noodles too weak to do anything with. I couldn't control them at all, so I just lay there instead, casually choking on my own vomit.

"Why's he throwing up?" Oscar asked in a panic. Rick shrugged. He seemed kind of bored with the whole situation, which I didn't think was very nice. He could at least be cruel enough to be amused by what he had done to me.

"Probably an overdose," he said.

Probably? I thought. You gave me the whole freaking bottle you moron, of course it's an overdose. I was starting to feel light headed, and the room was tilting all around me. With one hand I grabbed onto the rug beneath me so I wouldn't go flying when the floor tipped again. I wasn't choking on my own vomit anymore though, so that was good. Then again, was I even breathing? I couldn't tell.

I'd heard that hallucinations were a common side effect of drug overdoses, so I wasn't that freaked out when a green lady with red hair kicked the front door open and pointed two badass looking guns at the two guys near me. That was weird. I thought I knew their names, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what they were. Oh well, couldn't have been that important.

A robot followed the green lady into my apartment, and there was a guy with a metal arm behind him. I still don't think I was breathing, which was too bad because I wanted to laugh at how funny it was that aliens and robots were showing up at my house. Except maybe the robot guy wasn't a robot because his head folded down and there was another one underneath. I think I liked that one better. It had nice eyes, even though they were full of tears for some reason. Why was robot dude crying? It didn't seem very nice.

"Don't worry, Peter, you're gonna be okay," he said as he knelt down beside me. I wonder who Peter was?

The dude with the metal arm had a friend now, some really muscular blonde guy who was helping him restrain the two guys who had been in the room with me. I wonder why they were restraining them. Did they hurt someone?

"He's not breathing!" I heard someone yell, and these two other dudes bent over me. Oh did they mean me? Did they mean that I wasn't breathing? Well that was nothing new, I hadn't been breathing for…as long as I could remember.

"Peter, can you hear me?" One of the new guys asked me. He was wearing a weird red cloak that kept moving by itself, which was weird. Who was this Peter they kept going on about?

"Get him on his side!" Another voice said. "The vomit is clogging his airway, he can't breathe."

Gentle hands turned me on my right side, which was lucky because my left side felt like it was on fire. It felt like several ribs were broken, by for the life of me I couldn't figure out how that happened. Everything seemed kind of foggy and detached, which I didn't like.

Someone was doing something to me, and then suddenly I could breathe again! I coughed violently, trying to suck in sweet air which I hadn't realized I missed so much. I actually laughed in relief, which just made the people around me look more worried, and the gentle hands came again, running over my ribs to try to assess my injuries, I guess.

"We have to get him back to the compound now." An impatient voice said firmly. More hands came, shifting me and moving like they were trying to get me onto a stretcher or something. But before they could lift me, several of my muscles tensed, and then I began shaking uncontrollably.

"He's having a seizure!"

"Stay back, give him space!"

More voices were coming now, sounding increasingly panicked. The hands let go of me, allowing me to seize and shake without interference. The voices were still talking hurriedly and worriedly (hehe, that rhymes), but they were becoming harder and harder to hear distinctly. I couldn't tell what they were saying, and everything was starting to go black. Everything faded away.

I opened my eyes slowly, subconsciously thankful that the lights in the room were dimmed to my comfort level.

The first thing I noticed when I became fully aware of my surroundings was that I was in a room at the Avengers Compound. The second thing I noticed was that the Avengers were in the room with me. They were scattered around the fairly large area, mostly in groups of two or three. They were all asleep, which was good because it looked like they needed the rest. They had dark circles under their eyes and the distinct look of people who have been awake for days.

I wondered briefly how long I had been asleep, but didn't have the energy to try and figure it out. Gazing around the room I felt a warmth spreading throughout my body as I thought about how lucky I was that I had so many amazing people to love me and take care of me.

My ribs and hip felt sore, and I knew the effects of the overdose would probably take longer to go away, but it didn't matter, because I knew in that moment that no matter what, the Avengers would always be around to help me and to get me through whatever it was I was going through.

With that thought, I closed my eyes again and allowed myself to slip into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

So this is the end of the Bully, hopefully it lived up to your expectations. Sorry it took so long. I meant to post this sometime last week, but then life happened and I forgot to keep writing. But here it is!

I have an idea for the next chapter which should be coming soon (fingers crossed), but again, if anyone has ideas for what they want to see, feel free to put it in a review or to PM me.

Thanks for reading and I hope you'll stick around for more!