Disclaimer - I do not own Homeland. That pleasure belongs to Showtime. I do not own Spiderman, Star Wars, or Star Trek, either. No copyright infringement or money making scheme intended. This is purely for reading enjoyment.

Indigo – thank you for your review. Any spin-off with the two of them would be great. Action hero Max, I see you say…hmm….

Shockey – Thank you as well. Totally love these two.

A/N so it has been absolute ages since I updated this. This one is mostly setting up for something, but hopefully still fun to read. Enjoy.


"Aren't you supposed to be dressed up as a super hero?"

"I am", Max answers shortly. Dani Porter was getting on his nerves. She had done nothing but complain about how they were doing everything and wasn't happy to have to stick around with them for a while.

"Could have fooled me."

"Clearly he did", Carrie retorts for Max. Max had risked his life to save her ass. Carrie would be damned if she was going to stand around and let her take the piss out of him.

"You all set?", Carrie asks Max.

"Ye, think so."

"You think so?", Dani shakes her head in disapproval.

"Do you have anything useful to add? Because if not go find something useful to do", Carrie orders.


"Don't mind her", Carrie says comfortingly to Max, after Dani has left the room. "She's mad her cover got blown. Now she has to help us which she isn't keen on and…"

"And she's probably still scared out of her mind and can't admit it", Max finishes.

"Well, yeah", Carrie answers slightly surprised.

"Because of course" Max, begins as he straightens his shirt self-consciously, "I wouldn't at all know what it is like to work with a stubborn female who excels at trying to convince everyone she's ok when she's not."

"He's totally got you there", Virgil chortles, coming into the room.

"Whatever you say Yoda."

"I'm not Yoda. Yoda is green for a start. I'm Qui-Gon Jinn."

"Who?"

"Who? Who?", Virgil asks insulted.

Carrie shrugs, "I don't keep track of Star Trek characters. So, shoot me."

"Star Trek!", Virgil repeats indignant. "It's not Star Trek, it is Star Wars!"

"What's the difference?", Carrie shrugs.

Max and Virgil both splutter in disbelief, searching for the words.

"Do not even start answering that question! We don't have the time", Quinn instructs seriously from the doorway. "Party time."

"Ok. You two sure you're ready to go?" Carrie asks, eyeing Max in particular.

"Yes", Virgil answers.

"Will everyone stop asking that? It is making me more nervous", Max replies tetchily.

"Right you two, let's get going", Quinn says.

Carrie eyes Max curiously as he passes her. Sensing Carrie's worry, Quinn puts his hand on her arm "he'll be ok, you know. He's shown he's a tough one when he needs to be."

"Yes, I know that."

"Well what is it?"

"Well…I…"

"Yeah?", Quinn pushes.

"I didn't want to ask with Porter ribbing him already, but who in the hell is he supposed be?"

Quinn lets out a laugh, but stops when Carrie glares at him.

"Oh, you're serious?"

"I mean I get that Virgil is dressed as one of Spock's crew, but I have no idea who Max is supposed to be."

Quinn didn't like to think what Max and Virgil's reaction to that sentence would be, but he let it slide. After all, Carrie's knowledge of science fiction wasn't so much 'a new hope' as 'no hope'.

"He is Peter Parker."

"Right", Carrie answers nodding her head. "Of course he is…so who's that again?"

"Spiderman."

"You just said he was Peter Parker! And he looks nothing like Spiderman", Carrie says folding her arms and eyeing Quinn with suspicion as though he were deliberately taking the piss.

"Peter Parker is Spiderman's alter ego", Quinn can feel himself becoming incredulous on Max and Virgil's behalf. He'd need to put a stop to that straight away. "Right lets go. Wouldn't want them to miss an opportunity."

Carrie rolls her eyes in disbelief, "yeah right."

"I wasn't talking about that sort of opportunity, Carrie. I was meaning a work related one. They do have to get into this party and find a way to get us what we need. Though if they do happen to stumble across your sort of opportunity at some point then good on them."

"Dressed like that?"

"There will be lots of people at this fundraiser dressed similarly."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"I hate waiting"

"Really, I hadn't noticed."

"And I don't like the idea of them being in there without a wire or back up."

"Tell you what then, you dress up as Princess Leia and I'll dress up as Han Solo", Quinn retorts, smiling.

"In your dreams", Carrie replies dismissively heading out to the car and leaving Quinn alone in the living room.

"If you only knew", Quinn whispers quietly, before following.