Agent Phil Coulson is the Best There Is

Phil arrived at the restaurant earlier than planned and was grateful that he could manoeuvre the wheelchair in without a problem. Pepper had probably called ahead. He'd have to thank her for that. Getting settled at the table, with a glass of sparkling water, Phil pulled out his tablet to see if he could get some work done while waiting for Pepper to arrive. He'd dressed up for the occasion, not quite managing his standard suit, but at least getting into dress slacks and a button down shirt.

He managed to catch up on some emails before he heard the distinctive clicking of Pepper's heels on the floor.

"Miss Potts. Radiant as ever," Phil said, his face brightening when he saw her. "You'll have to forgive me if I don't get up."