Coulson can’t honestly remember the last time he had any completely free days on his calendar, let alone in the middle of the week. Somehow, it’s putting him on edge, as though the sheer oddity of having a free day will cause a rift in the universe. (Or at the least, as if it might cause his phone to go off at any second with an urgent detail or pressing mission from SHIELD.)
On his way into the lobby of Stark to meet with Pepper, he has thus far fiddled with his phone to turn the volume down from max to minimum, and then to change it from ring to vibrate, and finally to put it on silent.
And then, thinking better of it, he put it back on vibrate, because even a blessed day off could be interrupted by an alien invasion, and the planet was not going to turn into War of the Worlds on his watch.
He’s fifteen minutes early, so he sits down in the lobby and thumbs idly through a magazine left out for those waiting on appointments, a copy of Popular Science.
Pepper is precisely on time, as always. Well, always meaning when Tony isn’t trying to blow up something in the lab or coming in and trying to lure her into the bedroom; a rather normal occurrence to which she almost always declines. When’s he’s not doing anything at home causing her to run late to meetings, he’s causing trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D, which she then has to go take the time to sort out; once again, making her late for whatever plans she happens to have.
But no, today Tony’s mind is elsewhere allowing Pepper to enter the building at exactly eleven am.
Since they had no plans set in concrete, she’s dressed rather casually, a pair of jeans, a simple light blue tank top with a cream colored cardigan over it, sunglasses sitting atop her head.
She spots Phil rather quickly and waves with a smile, hurrying over to him.
“Phil! How are you?” She leans in for a quick hug. “I was surprised you didn’t have to pencil me in a month ahead. What’s going on at S.H.I.E.L.D. that’s giving you so much free time?”