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 it in an isolated room with a warm fire, and 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. The metal figure appeared lifeless, but then a voice suddenly sprang forth from it.
"This is the Iron Man Mark VII. 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 the air. Jon could hear a pin drop or a heartbeat.
"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 the metal figure. 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 faceplate. Jon recoiled and gasped. He had 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.
"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 are we supposed to do about it?" asked Edd, genuinely confused. Jon slowly stepped forward, his eyes bouncing around the strange projections.
"Oxygen levels are at 90% and dropping, multiple contusions detected," said the AI. Mormont gripped his sword, and Ghost continued to growl.
"Yeah, you said that already. What are we supposed to do?!" demanded a frustrated Jon Snow. His wolf barked loudly and snarled.
Suddenly, bright 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 exclaimed, delirious.