It's now the next day and as I promised May I'm on my way to go talk to Natasha. I don't want to but I told May I would. It's not like I really had a way to get out of it anyway. I'm living in her apartment and she's the one that has drive me. We arrive at the compound so I tell her to drive into the garage so I can walk in. She parks the car and waits for me.
Atlas: I don't know how long I'll be.
May: That's ok. I'll be here when you're done.
I walk to the door and go to knock until I look at the casts on my hands. I don't really know what to do so I just bang my forehead on the door a couple of times. No one answers so I do it again. Again no answer so I do it one more time.
Finally someone showed up at the door. It's Tony. He opens the door as he hysterically laughs.
Atlas: What's so funny?
Tony: I waited to see if you would do it again, and you did it twice.
He continues to laugh.
Atlas: I woulda knocked regularly but I couldn't.
I show him my hands and he stops laughing.
Tony: Oh shit. That from the other night?
Atlas: Yeah.
Tony: Damn.
He lets me in and I sit at the island.
Atlas: Where's Natasha?
Tony: In her room.
Atlas: Is Steve there?
Tony: No.
Atlas: Ok.
I stand up to go to Natasha's room when Tony stops me.
Tony: Are you gonna go talk to her?
Atlas: Yeah, why?
Tony: She's pretty mad at you.
Atlas: Yeah well that makes two of us.
I leave and go to the elevator hitting the floor for Natasha's room with my foot. When the door opens I wait for a couple seconds and head out. I go to Natasha's room and I yet again can't knock, but this time I just speak.
Atlas: Can I come in?
I hear the door lock unclick but I can't open the door so I have to ask for help.
Atlas: Can you uh, open the door.
She opens the door, not enough to see me.
Natasha: Why couldn't you just open the door yourself?
I lift up my hands and her eyes widen. She looks at my hands, nose, and then face looking at all the damage Steve did to me.
Atlas: Can I come in?
Natasha: Of course.
She opens the door enough for me to get in and closes it locking it.
Atlas: Sit we need to talk.
She gives me a confused look but sits on her bed.
Atlas: I don't want to be here, but I told May I would talk to you so here I am.
I don't really know where to start as I fear if I start I may never stop.
Atlas: I don't know where to start.
I say honestly.
Natasha: What are you trying to talk to me about.
Atlas: Feelings or some shit I don't know. I guess she wants me to tell you about how I'm feeling.
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Pretty Boy (N.R)
Fanfiction"Pretty Boy took his bitch now he can't get his bitch back. Now he wanna talk I ain't really for that chit chat. Bread on my man's if he wants beef than he can get that." Atlas Wright, an up and coming artist in the music industry, is dating Natasha...
