I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 34 Food First

"Here we go," Coulson exclaimed, as we parked next to a nondescript curb in down town.
"Oh, so you weren't joking about dinner?" I remarked, and inhaled a breath through my teeth, "we have a monster to find.."
"We have every available agent looking, and a few hours before Captain Rogers gets to SHIELD," Phil divulged, and patted my leg.
From our parked car, the restaurant looked small, but beautiful. I had almost missed it if it wasn't for the couple, dressed to the nines, I saw, walking in, and I immediately looked down at my black t-shirt, black cargo pants and boots.
"Uh, I don't think I'm quite dressed for a place like this Phil," I added, as he opened my door and led me to the restaraunt.
"You'll be fine, I've been coming here for years, just relax for a few minutes, and we'll go," he answered, grabbing my hand, and entering the cozy little Italian restaurant. The ambience helped ease some of the nausea I still felt from seeing Tony, and our mission.

The restaurant was cozy, though. There were candles everywhere giving the room a warm glow, staccato art work decorated the rustic beige walls. There were fresh flowers decorating beautiful ornate wooden tables. A small bar layed on the left hand side full of different wines, and tons of deserts stacked on top. Soft music played from an old vinyl player that sat next to, what looked like a small dancing area.
I dropped my shoulders and tried to relax, even if I was under dressed, but my stomach rumbled at all the different smells that surrounded us in the small restaurant.

"Phil!" A busty older woman with grey hair boomed, coming around the corner, in an old vintage black and white dress, holding a bread basket, "it's been too long, your regular table's ready!" She boasted, and enveloped Phil in a hug, before smiled over at me, "and well well, aren't you a cute one?"

"Rosy?" Phil admonished, slightly blushing.
I couldn't contain my laughter, especially once Phil steered me away from the rambunctious hostess and towards our seats. We were seated by one of the large windows, near the dance floor, and it was decorated with warm lights and flowers. Bread and water were already waiting for us at the table as Phil pulled out my chair. His hand rested on my shoulder, after I sat down, calming me even more.
"I should probably warn you about Rosy, she can be..." he started, and helped take his leathe jacket off by shoulders.
"Like Nat, only louder?" I interrupted, smiling when Phil laughed.
"Well, yah, exactly, now that you mention it," he returned, smiling.
"Are you sure we have time for this, and that I'm dressed okay, this place is really beautiful?" I interjected, leaning forward, closer to him.
"Nonsense deary, you look beautiful," Rosy chimed in, and handed us our menu's, "would you like anything besides water, we have italian soda's, made fresh, beer, wine?"
"An italian soda sounds great, any flavor's fine, thank you," I answered, watching her nod her head and quickly walk away.
I looked around the small warm room, and sighed, "it really is a beautiful place."

"Yes it is, and not many people know about it, which is why I like it," Phil stated, taking off his jacket and placing it on the back of his chair, "Rose is the third generation owner, her family opened up this place during WWII, and for the most part it's stayed the same ever since," he added and motioned to the large black and white pictures on the wall behind us. One of them showed a small family of four in front of a large ship, and another with a woman who looked liked a younger version of our hostess in front of this very restaurant.
"Wow, that's amazing," I professed, seeing Rose headed our way with my soda.
"Rose this is (y/n)," Phil announced.
"Nice to meet you (y/n)," she returned exuberantly, "do you also work for the government?"
"Yes ma'am and likewise," I answered shyly.
"Ah my dear Phillip, mixing business with pleasure," she snickered, causing me to almost choke on my soda, "this one's prettier than the other ones, holds herself better too."
"And thank you for that Rose," Phil grumbled, and shook his head, as his neck began turning red.
"All in good fun deary, all in good fun. Now, are we ordering from the menu or getting the chef's special?" She asked, winking down at me.
"Chef's special sounds fun," I blurted out, catching Phil by surprise.
"Great!" Rose boomed, grabbing our menu's, "I like this one!" She laughed, walking back towards the kitchen.