Who: Phil Coulson & Maria Hill When: New Years Eve, 7pm Where: The Fontaine, New York City, downtown What: Date out Rating: PG-13?
Fifteen minutes before 7pm, a man dressed in a formal Army uniform, along with the necessary patches and bits of metal decorating it to designate him as a Captain. There were a few curious looks from the other parties having their dinner as he was seated. Taking off his hat, he set it aside and carefully ran his fingers through his slightly thinning hair.
Phil's uniform had been in storage and hadn't actually worn it since his last days as an enlisted man. It had needed to be dry cleaned, but he was pleased to find that it fit almost as well as it had so many years ago. The Army had actually switched over to a combination of blue pants and green formal jacket for it's modern rendition, he knew. Wearing this made him feel slightly like an antique, and this wasn't helped by how old he felt in it now. There was also the sad stirring of memories while putting it on. All the people that he'd enlisted along beside and met during his days with the Army ... and now many of them gone.
He pulled himself from those distant and sad thoughts as his date arrived. He stood as she was brought over, unaware that he was smoothing out invisible wrinkles from the uniform. "Hi," he managed, feeling a bit foolish and not at all like the soldier he used to pride himself on being in this uniform.