UPDATE: Upon taking some constructive criticism into consideration, I have updated the fanfic, so some of the plot has been altered. I hope it creates a better story. Thank you for all the feedback, and enjoy :)


Chapter 3 - A Man Wrapped in Metal


It took several men to carry the metal body inside the castle. They laid in a bed in an isolated room with a warm fire. Jon followed them closely. Mormont, Pyp, Edd, and Sam surrounded the body, unsure of what to do. Curiously, Jon's white wolf, Ghost, joined them, crowding the room a bit.

"What is it?" asked Pyp. Mormont was not comfortable with him there, but getting him to leave would be even harder. It looked lifeless, but then a voice from it sprang forth.

"This is the Iron man mark 42. Multiple contusions detected. Mr. Stark is in critical condition. He isn't breathing," said the gentlemanly voice. The room grew silent as if someone or something had sucked out all of the air. Jon could hear a pin drop or a heart beat.

"It spoke," said Mormont.

"Jon … why did it say your family name?" whispered Sam.

"I don't know," he breathed.

"Is it possessed?" asked Edd.

"Not possessed … please gentlemen, Mr. Stark is in critical condition," said Jarvis. Jon leaned closer to it. They all stared at him.

"Why do you keep saying that? Who is in critical condition?" he said feeling silly, speaking to an inanimate object. Suddenly, Jarvis opened the face plate. Jon recoiled and gasped. He half expected, half hoped that the person inside would be his father, but it wasn't.

"Oh my god, there's a man in there," said Sam. Edd took a closer look. The man's eyes were closed. He had dark hair, a strange short beard, and long lashes.

"He sort of … looks like you, Jon," he remarked.

"Don't be ridiculous," declared Mormont.

"Why did he say my house name?" demanded Jon.

"Please, Mr. Stark does not have long," the voice from within the metal suit pleaded. Jarvis projected some holograms indicating his injuries. They all took a step back. Ghost growled viciously.

"What is this? Some kind of magic?" said Pyp.

"It would appear so," said Sam tentatively.

"And what what are we suppose to do about it?" asked Edd genuinely confused. Jon slowly stepped forward, letting his eyes bounce around the strange projections.

"Oxygen levels are at 90% and dropping, multiple contusions detected," said the AI. Mormont gripped his sword. Ghost continued to growl.

"Yeah you said that already, and what are suppose to do?!" demanded a frustrated Jon Snow. His wolf barked loudly and snarled.

Suddenly, light from the chest plate glowed blue, and the man's eyes flew open. He gasped loudly for air. The group backed away from him. He looked frantically around the room, letting his eyes adjust.

"What the hell?!" he said delirious.