Dark Pasts {Marvel & Criminal Minds Crossover FanFiction}

Chapter 8: Decision Points

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Marvel or Criminal Minds characters that appear in this chapter. I own the OC and plot.

Italics are telepathy.

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Chapter 8: Decision Points

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Spider-Man walked into the room and saw Deadpool eating a bowl of cereal at the table. "I didn't know that there was a TV in here" said Spider-Man, sitting down in a chair.

"There isn't" said Deadpool, then put another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Then how is there a TV in here?" questioned Spider-Man.

Deadpool shrugged and muttered, "Plot hole".

Before Spider-Man could question Deadpool more, the rest of the SHIELD agents and the FBI agents came into the room. Spider-Man stood up and went over to Fury.

"Fury, I need to go. There's been a problem with Aunt May's health and she wants me home" Spider-Man told him.

"Fine" responded Fury. "I'll get some agents to escort you out" as Spider-Man nodded and left.

"Now," started Fury as everyone sat down, Deadpool finished his cereal and turned off the TV. "Agent Hotchner and I have decided on this course of action. The FBI agents will go to the warehouse on Pearl Street and my group will head off to Britain to find this 'M. Howlett' person".

"Wait" said Wolverine, pointing to Sabretooth. "Is he coming?"

"Face it Wolverine, we need him. May not want him, but we need him" grumped Fury.

"Fantastic" said Deadpool, throwing his hands up in the air. "Why don't we invite the Easter Bunny too?"

You believe in the Easter Bunny? Honestly, how old are you?

"I've been told that I am able to play between the ages of 27 and about 47" answered Deadpool. "But I like to think it's closer to 27".

I was talking about your mental age.

"Did everyone else hear that? Or is it my insanity again?" wondered Deadpool.

Everyone agreed that they could hear the voice.

"I think I recognise that voice; Ari?" questioned Sabretooth.

Yup! I think I recognise some of the memories of some of these guys. Have I met some of them before?

"No idea, Ari. Where are you?"

Somewhere cold. Like the dairy aisle. Hate that place.

"Are there any other people around?" asked Hotch.

Who are you?

"My name is Aaron Hotchner; this is Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan and David Rossi" said Hotch, pointing to each person in turn.

Alright. Well around here there aren't many people. There's this creepy stalker bald guy whose hand looks like something out of Star Trek. There's Freddy Krueger's Japanese sister and a Russian guy who I believe is a bedwetter.

"Told you!" shouted Deadpool, leaping from his chair.

"Yes of course Wade. Now sit down" said Siryn, pulling on his arm gently.

I don't have a lot of time.

"If we gather your children, will they help us find you?" questioned Doctor Strange quickly.

Probably.

"Probably? You don't know?" said Fury.

It's better than 'no' isn't it? I need to go.

After a few minutes of silence, Garcia asked "What was that?"

"Telepathy. Strong enough to reach us here in the Heli-carrier from probably a different country, and to get through my mental defences let alone Wolverine's, Sabretooth's and Deadpool's could be described as impressive and in the wrong hands, very dangerous" said Fury.

Quietly, Hotch rose from his chair and said "We will go and co-ordinate with the NYPD".

"And we will go to Britain" said Fury also rising from his chair and everyone else followed suit.

Hotch held out his hand, "Good luck".

Fury shook it, "You too".