Response
Coulson returned from a rather dry and lengthy debrief about the Tulsa incident only to find an envelope waiting for him on his desk. He cocked his eyebrow at the dark red paper, hoping that this wasn't some super late Valentine (he prided punctuality in any potential love interest). He picked it up cautiously, checking for signs of perfume or even a glitter bomb, but after a minute or so of turning it over in his hands, he determined that it was likely benign in nature.
Grabbing his letter opener, he peeked inside, and his eyes turned wide as saucers for a moment. First, he got to go on a mission with Cap. Now, he had two excellent tickets to the hottest show in town. "I should play the lottery or something," he muttered to himself, a smile on his lips as he read the note from Natalia.
The right clearance could net you all kinds of tiny abuses of power, and at that moment, Phil chose to use his influence to open up a comm line with the Widow. He waited until his computer was able to verify the connection from his headset was secure. "...I'm not going to ask you who you killed to get your hands on these tickets."