Jessica rolled her eyes, a light smirk on her face. "Of course I will." She couldn't promise that it wouldn't be after the fact, but if she got into anything dire, he would be the first (the only) person she reached out to. "One more question," she requested. Fury was a busy man, she hadn't planned to keep him at the bar all day. She looked at him more earnestly, forcing away her hesitance. It was about a recovered memory. "I remember getting caught in the middle of an argument between my parents. I don't know about what, the only thing that stands out is that the moment my father lunged at her, I released a blast. And then nothing. The next time I woke up, it was years later in a tank." The memory flashed over her eyes like a broken image, and when it was over, Jessica re-focused on Nick. She next spoke carefully. "Do you know what happened to them? Did I...?"