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 7 - Castle Black

It had been a long 24 hours. 36 hours? He couldn't remember since New York. Tony had powered down his Iron man suit to save energy. He couldn't risk anymore loss for the time being. Until, the damage could be fixed and the wires reconnected, charging it with his arc reactor would be pointless. First, he needed to find supplies. Then, he needed to find a way back home. The latter felt the most impossible. Jon reluctantly gave him one of his black winter cloaks with fur around the collar. If they didn't believe he was a Stark, he certainly looked like one now, or perhaps a brother of the Night's Watch, one with really short hair and a carefully cut beard. For now, they had a silent truce, but the men outside grew restless, demanding to know what happened or who or what he was. He was called a god once or at least he thought himself as one, but now he feared these people actually believed it. Tony sat next to the fire with his face his both hands. Jon, Mormont, Pyp, Sam, and Edd sat in a circle around him. Jon kept Ghost outside, fearful he might attack the man if he did something stupid. Pyp could not take his eyes off the Iron man suit curious and fearful of the voice inside it.

"I'm sorry, but could you tell us again … we saw you fall from the sky, but where are you from? Where do you think this is?" asked Sam softly.

"New York," he said muffled by his hands. Tony popped his head up when he heard a drink being poured. Sam gave him an ale. As long as he wasn't in that suit, he was less intimidating.

"Here," he said kindly while Mormont on the other hand sat glaring at him with a burn mark on his chest and a sore back. Tony took the drink graciously, catching the Lord Commander's glare.

"And … why did you fall from the sky?" Sam continued. Tony took a sip, but made a face of disgust at the taste.

"Oh ya know, just passing the time … wanted to see how fast I could fall," he said sarcastically. He reminded Jon of the imp, Tyrion Lannister, the way he talked. It was annoying.

"Did you fall from the comet or not?" demanded Jon. Tony sipped the nasty drink again, needing the alcohol.

"A comet? Oh yeah I fall through them all the time … Of course not," he said sarcastically. No one really understood.

"Is this a joke to you?" said Jon with his arms crossed. Tony made an awkward laugh.

"Possibly … it is a bit funny … isn't it," said Tony putting down the ale and standing up from his seat, letting Jon's cloak slide off his shoulders. He approached chuckling awkwardly. Sam looked to Tony's glowing chest then to the suit. The circular mold at its center piece no longer shined blue.

"I redirected a nuke … risked my own life to save a city … passed through one portal only to fall through another and nearly die … and land … in the middle of nowhere, at the edge of another war, after we just finished one. Yeah, its a little bit funny to me," he said sizing him up. Jon kept his cool. Sam could not help but notice that he said 'we' and not 'I.' Who was we? "On top of that, apparently there's a royal house with my name on it … go figure, Cap would have a field day with that … " he said the last part for himself, "and this war is between them and some other royal house …" he continued pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What the hell is a Nuke?" Edd dared to ask. Tony rolled his eyes hard running his hands through his hair.

"Do you guys even have electricity?" Tony added mocking them snidely. Edd, Pyp, and Sam exchanged odd looks while Mormont and his steward glared at him. "Vaccines? In door plumbing … a typewriter?" he went on, "at least you have mastered the wheel and … heavy duty leather clothes," he said observing the cloak he was wearing, "What year is this?" he said growing more annoyed. Sam was about to answer when Tony stopped him with a firm flat hand raised. "You know what, I don't want to know."

"Alright, that's enough!" said Jon scolding him, standing up to him. Pyp inched closer to the armor suit, taking in its details.

"I don't know what brought you here, but you keep running your mouth like that, flashing around that armor, calling yourself a Stark … you will find that big head of yours on a spike or worse," Snow said as sharp as the cold winter of the North.

"That a threat? Why do I feel threatened?" snarked Tony.

"No, That's a fact! You keep your mouth shut if you want to survive," declared Jon Snow. Tony glared into his dark eyes not liking the idea of a kid giving him orders. Meanwhile, Pyp poked the metal suit.

"Hey! Piss ant!" said Tony redirecting his attention to the smaller lad. Pyp cocked a curious eyebrow at him. "Don't touch my stuff."

Edd sighed, "He's gonna get himself killed, or us killed."