Jerry

"Some call it multitasking. I call it doing something else while I try to remember what I was doing in the first place." 🌐 Starkbucks Superfan 🌐 OC SHIELD Agent 🌐 Disaster Agent 🌐 Definitely in over his head 🌐 Possibly a Skrull 🌐 MVRP, Friendly Writer 🌐 Writer is over 30

Jerry stutters out a good bye, completely flustered as he ducks his head and makes his escape.

Jerry blinks and laughs, the sound genuine. It should be a stupid joke, but he's from Minnesota, that sort of thing is /hilarious/. "Thanks. I'll be sure to keep you in mind." He accepts the card and tucks it away, getting to his feet.

The dark haired agent shakes his head, lips quirked in a smile. "I'm glad I could help, even if you're about to get me fired." Finishing his own drink, he extends a hand for another shake. "Good luck, Agent Domino."

clear ages ago that he wouldn't stand by if there was a way to help Denik. Some of the scarring he'd seen when he still had access to the file, made him want the guy to have the best chance.

"I only know that there isn't an agent on the ground. He's not considered a high enough threat to warrant direct surveillance." The part of him that had wanted to be a field agent since the beginning is screaming that he's going to be fired. But in truth... Jerry made it very +

Jerry shakes his head. "Oh no. He doesn't know SHIELD was involved, past attempting to locate any family for him." The man would likely be pissed if he knew they were actively monitoring him.

Oh. Of course. Jerry can't help sighing, shoulders slumping. "I really hesitate to disrupt his life more than it already has been. He deserves to have a life, not to be poked at by medical personnel constantly."

Jerry turns his head, side eying Fives, the light picking up the purple in his eyes. "How so? Some fancy amnesia treatment?"

"That... That's ours." Jerry pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's got his current medical history on it." The agent scowls, fidgeting with his cup, ice rattling. He didn't like that bracelet. He'd spoken up against it, in fact.

like a refugee. He picked the town, even." All the poor man knows is that no family claimed him after his accident and now he owns a coffee shop.

"Most amnesia-- from what I know-- you recover from. The trauma heals and it goes away. Sometimes there's bits lost forever. But him? Near as anyone can tell..." Jerry shrugs, spreading his hands. "He was given care, and a 'settlement from the accident' and SHIELD set him up +

mean he was from Over There. "His arrival, I gather, was a rough one and he has what's been deemed 'intractable amnesia'."

and biting the bullet. Maybe the TA is hiring if he gets fired over this. "We know he's not from /here/ but we don't know where he /is/ from. The chances of him being from a Galaxy Far Far Away are extremely slim and you know it as well as I do." Denik having the Force didn't +

The agent can't help fidgeting with his cup, eyes flicking away from the other agent and to the counter, then back. This was... Difficult given his own feelings on the subject of one Ben Denik. "I can't tell you as much as I think you would like." Jerry frowns, taking a drink +

"I don't have clearance for his full file." He takes a drink of his chai, looking away. He's not sure how much he /can/ share about the man with the other agent, so deflection seems the option right now. "Why? What's got the TA so curious about a barista?"

Jerry had, unfortunately, been in the middle of taking a drink and nearly choked. Of course. Of course it was them. He pinches the bridge of his nose and clears his throat. "Mr. Denik is... A complicated situation."

Jerry tries his best not to stiffen, a frown tugging his brows down and together. "Their name isn't Chekov is it?" That's a decent enough cover... Maybe. Probably. "What agency did you say you were with?"

Jerry highly recommends the tshirt with the rendition of the Starbucks mermaid with Tony Stark's face. "Sure, looks good." Jerry follows to the table, settling easily, cup between his hands. "So, what can I do for you, Agent Domino?"

"Yeah, it's a well-kept secret." Jerry laughs, taking his drink as it comes up. Luckily they aren't busy this time of day. "There's merch for tourists, but not many make it in."

Order placed, Jerry steps over to the pick up area to wait, eyes falling on the one he thinks might be the other agent. "Agent Domino?" He asks as the man makes it through line as well. "Agent Springer. A pleasure."