Just Smile and Wave (TonyXReader) Chapter 3

"Well, this is awkward," muttered the man standing in front of you. He walked around you to Mr. Stark, who was still passed out on the chair. He immediately grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse. After confirming with his watch, he turned back to you. "Sorry you have to see him like this," he said apologetically. You chuckled.
"In this business, I see people hammered all the time."
"Anyway," said the man, "Thanks for escorting him up here. I'm sure he appreciates it."
You highly doubted it.
The man smirked. "I appreciate it."
"Thanks," you muttered
 He hesitated, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Doctor Banner." You shook it. Something told you that his handshake was deliberately gentle… going any further would be over analyzing, so you stopped. "I assume you're Quinn?" he asked, gesturing to your false name tag. You groaned internally. It would be hard to explain that she had taken over for a friend and that this was not your name tag, nor your uniform, so you didn't bother.
"Yeah. I'm Quinn. Quinn Moseley. Nice to meet you Doctor Banner."
"I'm going next door for a few medical supplies," he said to you. There was a fold between his brow. "I'll be right back." Dr. Banner set off to the door opposite the one he emerged from.

You glanced at Mr. Stark's sleeping figure. His face was relaxed. All the charm and snide was banished, leaving nothing but a content expression. It made him look… different. More innocent…
You snapped out of it. Had you really forgotten how much he yanked you around tonight? You sighed in frustration at the unconscious body.

Oh. Wait a minute.

You got him out of the chair and put your arms under his in a fireman's carry. You dragged him to the nearest couch and laid him there. Face down. How could you have forgotten? Always turn a passed out drunk onto his stomach. That way you'll be certain they won't drown in their own puke when they wake up.  

Or at least you tried to. You had him in a standing position, but before you could get your arms under his, he started moving in his sleep. This caught you off balance, and you tripped over the edge of the rug. This caused you, and Mr. Stark, to come tumbling down to the floor with a loud thud. The unconscious man landed on top of you. That woke him up. His eyes met yours, still slightly glazed over with sleep and drunkenness.
"Quinn?" he asked, confused. His face was ridiculously close. "What are…" he began. You felt something hard pressing into your chest. It was like he was wearing a thick medal medallion the size of your palm around his neck. Weird.
"… What are we doing on the floor?" he finished. 
"Um..."
Flustered, you must have blushed by accident. Picking it up, he smirked. "Guess I don't have to ask then," he said smugly.
Great. He's jumped to the wrong conclusions.
"No, no no no no." You pushed him off violently. "I was trying to move you, from the chair to the couch," you glared at him, "So that you wouldn't drown in your own vomit."
He still held the same expression. "Glad to know that you care about me Quinn," he said with a wink.
Oh you wanted to punch him so badly.
You got up quickly "Well," you said as you brushed yourself off, "Next time Mr. Stark, please don't trip me with your crazy sleep walking, okay?"
"Next time?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
You ground your teeth. You heard the door open before you could think of something to say back.

"Oh. Good, you're up." Dr. Banner had come back with his things. "Which one do you want first: the flashlight or the breathalyzer?"
Mr. Stark sighed and rubbed his eyes. "The breathalyzer." He got up off the floor and sat on the couch.
"Okay," you sighed, "Glad to know you're in good hands Mr. Stark. But the event is officially over, and somebody's got to clean up down stairs, so… nice to have met you, and good bye." You bee-lined it to the elevator. You couldn't wait to get out of here and go home.

Only to find that there was no button to the elevator.

You turned around to Mr. Stark, still sitting on the couch. Dr. Banner was checking his eye movements with a flashlight.
You sighed. "Get me down, Mr. Stark."
"Ah, you see," he said, "the elevator is voice-command Quinn." Dr. Banner flicked off the flashlight and Mr. Stark blinked rapidly. He checked his phone.
"You can't leave until I say you can," he said, matter-of-factly.