A Meeting Between Friends
Phil had never felt abject relief quite like this, not in a civilan setting. The warm relief of seeing an old friend weighed on him comfortably, and it was one of the best feelings he'd had in a long while.
He stood in front of the door and smiled, shaking his head and leaning on his cane. He'd brought champagne and a bucket of ice; he hoped she might have time to talk. God only knows what had gone on in her life between his absence, and he wanted to find out. He'd missed her company. Pepper Potts was a rare sort of woman, and he wanted to see her again.
He hesitated for the briefest of seconds before knocking, trying not to think about a few pertinent questions; namely, would she even want to see him?
And perhaps, more importantly...had someone told her he was alive?