A/N: Just as a need to know; elven bards - when they sing - create a ghostly image of what they're singing of. So, when Maglor sings the Noldolantë, he creates a picture of all the crimes of the Noldor *and* the deaths of his brothers. Depressing. :(

Maglor's hands were throbbing. The burned flesh was protesting to every single movement he made, but he still plodded on through the rolling and morbid tones of the Noldolantë, raising his voice as his hands burned. His only light in the windowless room was a flickering flame that he stared into as his fingers moved with practiced ease.

Maglor could see forms dancing in the candlelight, but he didn't look away. He was somehow drawn to the heart-breaking images scattered in the faint beam.

Voices were calling his name suddenly, but he ignored them; putting forth a loud burst of song as a sword descended on Caranthir.

The door flew open and Maglor's younger brother vanished in a puff of smoke as the candle blew out. The fëanorian twisted around to see who it was that had disturbed him in his grief.

Steve was staring at him, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. He squatted down next to Maglor and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Maglor reached over, hugged Steve and put his head on the mortal's shoulder.

Steve didn't hesitate for an instant; he wrapped his arms around Maglor and began rocking back and forth.

"I'm sorry..." Maglor whispered into Steve's arm. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay Cänä..." It sounded like he was going to say more, but Maglor broke in before he could finish.

"You can call me Kano if you want. I just needed something to lash out about..."

Steve pulled Maglor to his feet. "What were you doing in here, Cänä?"

Maglor sighed. "I was singing." He said, rubbing his sore palms.

Steve grabbed his hands suddenly and stared at them in horror. "What were you doing, Cana?"

Maglor rolled his eyes. "I was singing, Steve. I said that already." Steve stared at him, eyebrows raised until he relented. "I was playing too."

Steve squeezed Maglor's shoulder. "Are you going to be alright?" Maglor nodded without saying a word.

He buried his hands into the sides of his robes, effectively hiding the enflamed flesh.

Steve sighed, but didn't press the matter any further.

"If you say so." He muttered. Maglor heard the disbelief in his voice, but just nodded and followed Steve through the twisting - and soon unfamiliar - hallways.

"Where are we going?" Maglor asked finally, tipping his head and biting the inside of his bottom lip.

"To talk to Stark and Dr. Banner." Maglor sighed.

"I think I'll just try and find my way back to the bridge." He said. Steve took a deep breath, but nodded.

"Still mad at Stark?"

Maglor shook his head. "It's...deeper than that."

Steve looked at him curiously, but Maglor shook his head again. "Never mind," he mumbled, "Just go. If I've vanished again, I got lost and you'll have to come track me down."

Steve snorted jokingly. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Maglor smiled faintly. "You do that." He said, pushing Steve towards the door into Dr. Banner's lab playfully. "Have fun."

Steve rolled his eyes and Maglor stuck his tongue out, a fake laugh struggled out as he pretended to be cheerful. He wasn't really. And as soon as Steve turned his back; the fëanorian dropped the act.

He bit his lip and rubbed his eyes with scarred palms, ignoring the unpleasant feeling it created.

One of the passing agents - younger than most he noted - shot him a contempt filled look and Maglor's hand lowered to his sword; half drawing it out with his eyes flashing.

The agent hurried away, casting a nervous glance over his shoulder.

Maglor didn't have enough energy to snort and he just sighed.

He twisted his neck and felt more then heard a satisfying 'crack' as his joints protested.

The elf sighed and turned his head to look into the lab where Steve and Tony were nose to nose; glaring at each other. "Oh dear." Maglor mumbled and entered the room just in time to hear Tony say; "An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically, not awesome."

Maglor summoned the energy to roll his eyes and groan with a hint of 'here we go again' in both. "You two bicker like an old married couple."

The two jumped away from each other and Tony pretty much blurted out: "Isn't that something along the lines of 'illegal' among your people?"

Maglor blinked, but didn't pause otherwise. "Yeah. But my family has always been a bunch of law breakers. My older brother - in this case." He shrugged. "I think it bothered my father more than anyone else. And it wasn't exactly secret. Pretty much everyone in Tirion had their suspicions about what was going on between those two."

Tony now looked just as confused as Bruce and Steve and Maglor found the energy to outright laugh. "The history geek is confused. Score one for me."

The other three men still looked confused and Maglor groaned. "Yes, Stark, it is 'kind of' illegal', but since my brother was in a steady relationship with another male until that male died, I don't really care."

He turned and stalked out the door, his cheerful mood having evaporated entirely.

"Cänä!" Steve took a step after Maglor.

"Did you know about that?" He turned to see Stark staring at him and he shook his head.

"C-Maglor doesn't talk about his family much. It's a touchy subject with him."

Steve turned and pursued Maglor. "Just find the cube!" He tossed over his shoulder.

A/N: Oh Eru, sorry it took me so long to get this up...school's been getting in my way. Stupid math teacher, making us learn Geometry in Secondary Mathematics One. *pouts* Okay... *clears throat* I have a few comments to make:

One: Yes, I do ship Maedhros and Fingon. (Russingon is their ship name. Sound familiar?)

Two: It's raining here. *NOT* snowing. And it's nearly December. :(

Three: I *also* ship the following: Stony, Thorki, and Clintasha. If you dislike any of these ships (or Russingon), then you don't have to stop reading this until it shows up...whenever. And it won't be the focus, so I personally think you'll be able to read it without being bothered by those. You can just ignore them because they won't be center stage. If that changes, I'll put it at the top of the chapter it changes in. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.

Edit: Except for Daeglor (Daeron/Maglor). Once Daeron actually comes into the story, they'll be…center stage…ish.