A Week with Red Team Chapter 5 Crossover

Author's Note: Crossover with Agents of SHIELD. Loosely placed at the end of Season One. I haven't seen Season Two yet, so I'm speculating a little and may be wrong.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Spiderman hissed.

"Not after last time," Daredevil concurred.

"Weasel sorted it, I promise," Deadpool reassured them. "The teleport is working again. I even tested it." He rubbed the slight ridge beneath the wrist of his glove that was his new bracelet. "I promise, I've taken precautions."

"You understand why we're hesitant," Daredevil whispered.

"Yeah, 'course," Deadpool nodded. "C'mon, baby boy, sexy devil."

Deadpool tapped the controls on his teleport, then gestured for Daredevil and Spiderman to take hold. They popped out of existence.

And popped back in in the hangar of an airplane.

Deadpool grabbed his boyfriends' elbows and dragged them behind a black SUV. He pulled out two of his guns, just in case.

Spiderman concentrated. "No immediate danger," he reported.

"No-one in the hold," Daredevil murmured. "There's…one, female, early to mid-twenties, unarmed, smells of chemicals, wearing a lab coat. No-one else on this floor. Upstairs, we have one female, early to mid-twenties, asleep, unarmed. There's something familiar about her, can't place it from here. Two males, also sleeping. One, forties, one small arm near his bed. One, late twenties, several weapons in his vicinity. In the cockpit, one female, thirties, two small arms. She's awake. She and the younger male are the threats here."

"Biggest threats," Deadpool corrected. "Computers?"

"Upstairs, I think," Daredevil answered. "The girl in the next room. It's glass between us, I can't tell what direction she's facing."

Spiderman carefully poked his head around the side of the SUV. He shook his head, and crawled under it instead. "She's facing the other way," he whispered. "Keep quiet, and we should be fine."

He sped out from under the vehicle as Daredevil and Deadpool scurried to the staircase. Deadpool's boot clanged a bit, and Spiderman instinctively jumped and stuck to the ceiling.

"Can't hear anyone waking," Daredevil muttered. "If anything, the girl downstairs is dropping off."

Deadpool nodded, and continued on his way. Spiderman stuck to the ceilings as he crawled through to the other room, Daredevil following.

"Right, let's see what we can do," Spiderman whispered. "I hope this is user-friendly, 'cause I'm not that great at hacking." He ran his hands over the touchscreen on the display table, and a huge array of lights flickered up. Spiderman poked a few of the icons. "I really don't know," he said. "Never seen a system like this before."

An alarm started blaring. Daredevil hissed, and slammed his hands over his ears. Deadpool squeaked, and exchanged one of his guns for a katana. Spiderman ended up on the ceiling again.

An Asian woman came down from the cockpit, and pointed two guns at them. The bedrooms opened, and the occupants came out. The older man had his handgun, and the younger, a black man Spiderman half-recognized, had a rifle. The girl was unarmed. Then another woman stumbled up from the staircase.

Daredevil backed against the wall. He was probably severely disorientated from the alarm, and Deadpool swept in front of him protectively. Spiderman scuttled back to cover them from above.

"Mr Wilson, could you explain the presence of you and your associates on my plane?" the oldest man asked.

"C'mon, Agent Agent, can't a guy slip in to say hi?" Deadpool asked.

The agent sighed. He reached out with his empty hand and shut off the alarm. "Spiderman, Daredevil, you generally act within most of the law. I trust you don't want SHIELD as your enemy?"

"I'd rather not, no," Spiderman snarked.

"Same," Daredevil said.

"You two are no fun sometimes," Deadpool pouted. "Taking over SHIELD could be fun."

"Not happening," Daredevil shot down.

"Well, yeah, it would be fun," Spiderman shrugged. "But if you really want to take down shadow organizations, you could always find yourself a nice Hydra cell. You could probably get away with murder. At least those murders."

The agent sighed again. "Mr Wilson, while you might not mind getting into a firefight with May and Triplett here, I don't think your friends would appreciate it. Put up the weapons, and we can talk."

"Your people will put away the guns?" Daredevil interrupted.

"May will keep one gun out, but it'll be non-lethal," the agent answered.

Daredevil nodded. "Deadpool, put 'em away. Not another firefight."

Deadpool sulked, but holstered the gun and sword.

Agent stuck his handgun in the waistband of his pyjamas, the black guy slung his rifle on his back, and the Asian woman holstered one gun and lowered the other.

"Spiderman, Daredevil, I'm Agent Coulson, current Director of SHIELD," the agent said. "This is Agent May, Agent Triplett, Agent Skye, and Agent Simmons."

"Hi," Spiderman said, dropping down from the ceiling. Daredevil just nodded.

"We're after information on the Ranshakov family," Daredevil said. "We were…borrowing your files."

"Not very well," May muttered.

"I've never used these systems before," Spiderman protested. "I'm sure I'd have worked it out if that alarm didn't go off."

"Not necessarily, people have trouble with our systems," Simmons said.

"Who are the Ranshakovs?" Skye asked. She'd produced a phone and was tapping away at it.

"Russian mafia. Two brothers, Anatoly and Vladimir," Daredevil recounted. "They were the…distribution arm of Fisk's empire, with a side in human trafficking. They were taking a lot of flak when I started interrupting their quotas. One thing led to another, Fisk killed Anatoly, framed me, and used the distraction to blow up their bases. Vladimir was taken out by the cops that night."

"After they besieged you in an abandoned warehouse," Skye noted. "Tell me, which one of you killed that cop? The one who called in your location?"

"He was still alive when I left the warehouse," Daredevil said sharply. "Deadpool heard that a cousin was moving in, possibly to avenge them. Got anything on that?"

"You have no patience," Skye muttered.

"Get on it, Skye," Coulson ordered. "By the way, Spiderman, your identity has been on file since the Lizard incident. Daredevil, you've been recorded as a person of interest for some sixteen years."

Spiderman started. It shouldn't be a surprise that SHIELD knew his identity, or Matt's, but for them to have been watching Matt for sixteen years meant they'd have known about…Stick.

"You knew about that bastard?!" he hissed.

"Spidey, drop it," Daredevil barked.

"We were aware, yes, but the decision was made not to intervene," Coulson replied. "It was thought that you had a need for the training."

"You were POI'd sixteen years ago?" Skye asked. "You must have been a kid! What kind of-"

"Leave it, Mary Sue," Daredevil snapped.

"How the hell do you know that name?!" Skye shrieked. "Nobody knows that, except-"

"You grew up in the same place," Coulson interrupted.

"Did you?" Skye scrutinized Daredevil, who froze. "No way," she breathed. "You can't be- no wonder you hated the alarm."

"Hey, Agent Triplett?" Spiderman said quickly to change the subject. "Anyone ever tell you that you look like Gabe Jones from the Howling Commandoes?"

Triplett startled. "I heard it," he said, but didn't elaborate.

"Skye, focus on getting our friends their information. Triplett, Simmons, feel free to retire," Coulson took over. "Spiderman, Daredevil, perhaps we should discuss your future relationship with SHIELD. May, watch Deadpool."

"You're name's Mary Sue, so does that mean you're impossibly perfect?" Deadpool asked the room in general.

"You wouldn't say that if you were around her going through puberty," Daredevil muttered.

AN: I did some estimations. Skye is about four years younger than Matt.

I'm feeling kinda rotten over how long it's taking me to get some work done on my regular stuff, but then, I'm geting a lot of MRT written.

See ya soon.

Katara