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"...She's more than that, so much more..." His voice takes on a fond tone now, a smile curling up one corner of his mouth. "I would never do anything at all to dim her brightness, because that would be the ultimate betrayal to me. I'd be letting her down, and I couldn't allow myself to do that. I never want to hurt her, unintentionally or otherwise."

He chuckles softly at Tony's comment. "I'm sure you can be, Mr. Stark." He pauses again, a thought crossing his mind. "...What say we drop the formalities now? I may technically be part of the faculty, but we're not on campus right now. I'm nothing more than Olive's boyfriend." He sets down his coffee cup so that he can outstretch his hand towards Tony. "Erik Lehnsherr. A pleasure to properly make your acquaintance." And okay, so it's a little cheesy, but what the hell. He knows Olive would want them to get along, and it's not like they don't get along already but Tony is his student, not his friend.

Tony listens to the other man carefully trying to figure out whether his words are truthful, and he seems sensiere enough. Speaking about Olive in just the way he wants to hear, Tony nods his head lightly again, lost in his own thoughts about the teacher and Olive. 

“No you don`t seem like a man who would do this for the fling.” Tony answers, he did saw him at the party after the avengers game, but judging someone over one thing was stupid enough, his words seemed true - one that he himself would have told if someone asked him about Bucky. The fact that he was inlove with Olive brought a ghost of a smile over his lips. 

“I would be surprised if you didn`t.” Tony looked at the other male. “Olive is a beautiful girl, bright and I don`t want to see that brightness ever dimmed down. Now I`m not going to ever go as far as making her end her relationship with anyone.” He stopped. “Whether I approve or not. I would never go as far as to frown upon something that brings her happiness.” He llet out a sigh. “In a way I think that maybe you are right for her Mr. Lehnsherr. She needs someone that would support her and be strong for her - and you seem like just the man, but it goes without say that if you turn out to be untruthful about what you told me, I can really be a rich spoiled brat.” He smiled at his cup. 

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Erik seats himself once he notices Tony's nod and sets his cup down on the table, turning it so that the handle is facing directly to the right. "I can understand why you would be worried." And he does. He knows that if he'd been in Tony's position, the first thing he would have done would be to make sure the man dating his best friend was legit. "But you have no need to be. I have no intention of ending this relationship anytime soon, be that against your wishes or not."

He lifts his cup to his lips, taking a short sip of the burning hot coffee so that he didn't scald his tongue. "I care for Olive, more than anyone I've ever been involved with, I think." Except that's a lie, but his dead wife and child are really none of Tony's business. His association to Olive doesn't give him an instant access pass to Erik's personal life. "She's not just a passing fling for me, nor is she someone to waste my time with. I'm sure I don't seem to you like the type of man for casual flings, Mr. Stark, and I can honestly assure you that I'm not." He pauses for a moment. "...I may as well come out and say it. I love her. I'm just waiting for the right time to tell her that."

Tony suppresses the smirk that is pushing behind his lips when Erik asked him for a seat, with a nod he obliged his hand still around the cup of his drink he measured the man in front of him as he was seeing him for the first time. Sure he could see why Olive liked him at the first place if their relationship started as one based purely on sex - Erik was indeed a handsome man, with an exterior that was kept well and clean. But Olive was one that drove from passion and emotions and the man before him seemed like one to first hide them before anythng else. 

“I don`t think I should waste your time with pleasantries.” Tony started shifting in his place so that he could face the man entirely. “I surely didn`t call you here to make treats.” He paused as he took the coffee to take a drink locking his eyes with Lehnsherr. “I think  you already know what Olive means for me, I just want to make sure that that relationship between the two of you is something that goes both ways. Is it?” Tony lifted his brow in question. 

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Of course, Erik arrives promptly. He prides himself on his punctuality, something that he knows a lot of Germans do. He'd been brought up to believe that no matter where you were going, or what you were doing, having a sense of punctuality would make you out to seem like you were polite and interested in the situation, regardless of whether you were or not. 

He steps into the coffee shop and moves to the counter, ordering a black coffee. When it's been set in front of him, he takes it from the counter and turns on his heel, eyes searching out Tony. When he spots him, he clears his throat and approaches Tony's table. "Mr. Stark...May I?" He gestures to the empty chair with a free hand, although he doesn't expect Tony to deny him a seat.

It didn`t took him long to prepare and go to the place, he ordered a coffee to the waitress, she smiled at him and quickly returned with his order. Tony got there early, he needed to put his thoughts in the right place, to figure out exactly what he wanted to know from Lehnsherr. His fingers moved over the edges of the cup, he liked Erik, the little time he spend actually going to any of his own lectures were his, but the that was one thing that was the teacher Erik, one that was an authority, the Erik that dated Olive on other hand, was something different - he was a man that posed a potential threat over Olive`s happiness  and he couldn`t allow that. A frown settled on his face as he was so lost in his own thoughts, Tony lifted the cup of coffee to his lips. This relationship unsettled him, the possibility of the Olive getting hurt unsettled him. He just had to make sure. Tony glanced over the watch on his wrist - few more minutes and Lehnsherr was probably going to be here - he didn`t seem like someone who would arrive late for an appointment. 

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stark-at-shield replied to your post: [text] Mr. Lehnsherr, can we meet for a coffee?

[text] There is a cafe “Illusion” if you know it I`ll can be there in an hour.

[TEXT] I know it. I shall meet you there. [/ENDTEXT]

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[text] Mr. Lehnsherr, can we meet for a coffee?

[TEXT] I expect Olive gave you my number? I can't say I haven't been expecting this. Give me a time and a place, and I'll meet you there. [/ENDTEXT]

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add-an-olive replied to your post: -slips into his office, smiling and walking over to him, leaning down to kiss him, still in his chair, quickly before smiling nervously- I know you understand why I needed to tell Tony so badly, and I know you seemed okay with it but… I’m so sorry if he plays his protective big brother role and harasses you, Erik, he just.. *pauses looks down, smiling slightly, lowering her voice to a whisper- he’s the only family I have. Real family, that cares. I’m sorry, though, he’s just… worried.

-sighing contently, she leans in and returns his embrace- Thank you, this means a great deal to me. Thank you.. -she looks ups, smiling playfully and winking- Don’t let my overprotective brother scare you off, even if he tries.

-he chuckles softly at that, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against her lips now that her head is upturned- I think I'll manage just fine, as intimidating as he may be.

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-slips into his office, smiling and walking over to him, leaning down to kiss him, still in his chair, quickly before smiling nervously- I know you understand why I needed to tell Tony so badly, and I know you seemed okay with it but... I'm so sorry if he plays his protective big brother role and harasses you, Erik, he just.. *pauses looks down, smiling slightly, lowering her voice to a whisper- he's the only family I have. Real family, that cares. I'm sorry, though, he's just... worried.

-he smiles gently at her, hand moving up to cup her face before he strokes his thumb gently against her cheekbone- Don't worry, mein Schatzie...I completely understand. I'd be lying if I were to say that I didn't expect it coming -he stands, so that he can slide his arms around her and pull her into a proper embrace- You don't have to explain anything to me. I trust you enough that you don't need to do that.

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[TEXT] I'm fairly certain my iPhone can hold at least 1,000 photos. That's a good enough start, for now. [/ENDTEXT]

[Text] Shush you, I am not, even if that picture says differently~ If this happens every time I relax on your bed like that, you’re going to need a camera because I’m certain no phone in the world will hold all the pictures. [/Text]

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Caught in the act - [ Erik, Olive, and Steve. ]

"...Been wanting to do this ever since I saw you this morning..." Erik murmurs against Olive's lips, his hands resting either side of her head on the lockers that he has her pinned up against. "You're wearing such a...Short skirt today." A brief smirk quirks up at the corner of his lips, as one hand moves to rest on her waist, and then slide down to tug gently at the hem of her skirt. "Did you do that just for me?"

He wastes no time kissing her again, his hand moving back up to rest on her hip this time, whilst his other hand stays pressed against the locker, effectively trapping her in place. His body is almost flush against hers, helping to keep her exactly where he wants her.

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I think perhaps you should keep your nose out of business that isn't yours, confessor. I'm certain you would be a 'needy brat' too, if you had been through the things that she had.

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"I'm glad you're enjoying it..." And he sincerely is. There's nothing he likes more than making her happy. He picks up a slice of his toast and eats about half of it, before setting the rest back down onto his plate and swallowing thickly. He needs do to this now, because he's really sure that he's going to chicken out if he sits and thinks about this any longer. He knows for a fact that this is probably going to upset her, because it's going to upset him. It's probably going to cause a bit of tension between them too, and not the good kind of tension that he usually likes. This is going to be bad tension, and he's not sure what their relationship is going to be like on the other side of this. He clears his throat, picks up his coffee mug, and swallows down the last dregs of coffee that are in there, placing the empty mug back down onto the table once he's done so. 

"My real name is Max Eisenhardt." There's really no use wasting anymore time. He's just going to launch straight into it. "When I was 21, I met this girl named Magda and...As soon as I met her, I knew that I was in love with her. It was one of those things where, and to avoid the cliché, it was love at first sight. We were married almost five months later and of course, both our parents disapproved but we didn't care. We eloped, went across the border to France and got married in Paris. My parents absolutely flipped when we got back to Stuttgart, but again, we didn't care. We were just..." He pauses, and sighs wistfully. "We were just so happy together...We found out she was pregnant three weeks later, on my 22nd birthday. It was...Quite a birthday present, I can tell you that much."

He pauses again, for a few more moments this time, because this is where it begins to get difficult talk about for him. "We had a daughter, who called Anya. I...Couldn't believe that I had fathered something so...Gentle and small and...She was my Princess, and Magda was my Queen, because that's how they made me feel. I was...The King of this perfect kingdom that I'd created for myself. I had everything I could ever have wanted. The house, the family...This was what I had dreamed about when I was a young boy, as...Utterly unmanly that sounds...I thought nothing could go wrong, and...That's when it did." He runs a hand slowly over his face.

"I was working a lot at the time, so that I could support us properly. It was only ever on weekends, so that I could spend time with Magda and Anya during the week, but some weekends I would literally work for a whole day at a time and needless to say, it tired me out. I was quite a heavy smoker during those weekends. It was one of the ways I helped myself to cope with the stress of the job, and stop myself from snapping at my family, because that was really the last thing I ever wanted to do. And...Of course, that...That is exactly what I did."

He has to stop again, but it's for longer this time, and he rests his elbow on the table so that he can place his head on his hand. He's shaking just a little by this point and he really, really doesn't want to continue, but he has to. He started this, so he has to finish, because he's dragged this up and it's just going to eat away at him if he doesn't. "...Anya had just turned seven, and I...I felt so bad, because I'd missed her birthday because of work so to make it up to her, I stopped at the local toy store on the way home to pick her up one of those giant teddy bears. When I got home, they were both sleeping in her bed and I didn't want to disturb them because they just looked...So peaceful...So I went straight through to mine and Magda's room to try and get some sleep, so I could wake up early in the morning to surprise Anya. I thought one cigarette before bed wouldn't hurt and-"

When he lifts his head, his eyes are red, and there are tears streaming down his cheeks but he does nothing to stop them. "...I don't even remember falling asleep." His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. "I...I woke up to the smell of smoke and someone dragging me out through the window. I didn't know...What the Hell was going on. I thought we'd been burgled at first but as I began to wake up properly I began to notice the sound of sirens, and that my mystery 'kidnapper' was a firefighter. When I...When I looked up to the house, it was completely ablaze and I just..." He's staring at a spot somewhere just behind Olive, his brow furrowed ever so slightly. "I remember saying to them 'My wife's in there. My wife and my daughter are in there, you have to let me go back in, you have to let me get them' but they wouldn't. They...Had to physically restrain me so I wouldn't go running in there because there was no way I would've come back out if I hadn't...The fire started in our room. I'd fallen asleep with the cigarette in my mouth and it had fallen out, dropped onto the teddy bear and just...Woomph. Gone up. I was lucky. The fire spread away from my bed and gone through the rest of the house. By the time the fire service had gotten there and pulled me out, it was...It was too late for them..."

He brings his hand up to rub roughly at his eyes with the heel of his hand, and he exhales shakily. "I left Stuttgart after that. Left Germany completely and moved over to America to start afresh. I changed my name legally to Erik Lehnsherr, and...Here I am today. That was eight years ago, and I hadn't returned to Germany at all until I went this year." His eyes dart over to meet hers and in that moments, he just looks so...Broken. So at war with himself. "...My wife and my daughter died because of me, so...That's why I don't let myself get involved like that again...Not until you, at least." The briefest of smiles flashes across his lips and then it's gone again, almost as soon as it arrived. "...That's my...Dark, horrible past, and now you know."

Tell me over french toast | Olive&Erik

“My favorite.” She murmured as she looks down at the down at her plate and allows Erik to seat her, humming out a quiet thanks. She looks fondly at the table and the contents upon it, smiling at the perfection he had set up for this meal. Her eyes are pulled up to him and she smiles at his offer. “Some tea would be lovely, yes, thank you.” Olive places her napkin over her lap before she moves to drizzle maple syrup in her french toast.

She let her mind wander as she cut her toast. She wanted to ask Erik, about his past, but she knew she shouldn’t. Olive thought about what had made him this man, this man she cared about so much. She thought about how he had seemed to have a lingering bitter sadness to him, she knew how awful it must have been; whatever created that sadness. She knew he had a family, she wanted desperately to know what had taken them from him. Her heart twisted as she thought about how awful it must be, if Tony was taken from her… Even if Leanne died, Olive would hardly be able to live, she knew she wouldn’t be strong enough. Erik had been though, Olive just wanted to be apart of that strength, and she wanted him to feel comfortable in talking about all the weakness he must have had to hide.

Her head cleared and she realized that he had been staring sadly down at her food. A typical bout of her emotions taking over her mind, she tried to shake it off. She brought her fork to her mouth, smiling at the taste of her favorite food as she swallowed. “Erik, this is delicious.” She hummed contently as she took another bite, savoring the flavor, trying to bury her worries. She tried to think of whether or not she should be the one to start this. She wouldn’t know how and she could feel her nerves crackle under her skin, she tried not to let it show, smiling at the man across the table form her. “Thank you for doing this, the food, I mean. It’s all divine. I love it… I..” Olive opened her mouth to go on talking, rethinking it, she closed her mouth and bit her lip, smiling uncertainly. She really wished she knew how to start this conversation.

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"I made..." He heads towards her, two plates in hand. "...French toast." He offers one of the aforementioned plates to her, waiting until she takes it before he moves to sit at the dining table, which has already been set for breakfast, completely with a jug of fresh orange juice, a pot of tea, and a pot of coffee, just in case she wanted any of those things. If there's one thing Erik knows for sure, it's how to make sure the dining experience is near perfect. It also helps that he remembers exactly what Olive likes to eat in the mornings, thanks to the few post-coital mornings that they had spent together recently.

Ever the gentleman, he only allows himself to be seated once he's pulled out her chair for her and she's sat down. He sits across the table from her, tucking himself in and then pouring himself a mug of coffee in his preferred style; black, with no sugar. "Can I pour your anything, mein Schatzie?" He questions as he sets down the now slightly lighter pot of coffee.

He has no idea how the conversation between them is going to go. He doesn't know whether she's going to accept the things he's done in his past, or reject him for his discretions and leave. Quite frankly, the thought scares him. He doesn't like not being in charge of situations, and not knowing what's going to happen. He almost has to wonder whether he's doing the right thing in initiating this sort of conversation, and a dark thought in the back of his mind tells him that he should back out now, whilst he still can. He doesn't want to do that though, not really, because Olive trusts him, and he'd promised her this.

Tell me over french toast | Olive&Erik

The smile that had stuck itself on her lips when he had leaned back in for another kiss stayed there, quite content on her lips as she stepped in. She turned back to him, blushing slightly as she felt his eyes linger on her, she nodded and shrugged off her coat. “Of course, whatever makes this easier for you.” She bite her lip as she gave him an understanding glance, still smiling, as she moved to hang the coat that protected her from the chilled winds on Layla. “I don’t want you to push yourself too much with this.” Olive didn’t know what to do in these situations. She walked back over to him and grabbed his hand for a moment, holding it with both hers. It was all she could think to do, she looked up at him, trying to seem patient and comforting.

Olive gave a slight bounce on her heels, her grin becoming perky. “This place smells amazing by the way, whatever you’re making will be delicious, I’m sure.” She leaned to peer into the kitchen before giggling for no real reason, just quiet, happy giggles. She was hungry, and thanks to Steve and Tony, she was eating more regularly, so she eager to really enjoy something Erik cooked for her, rather than just nibbling. “Soooo,” She directed her eyes back at Erik and quirked an eyebrow playfully. Wearing a bright grin, she cocked her head, a light excitement laced in her voice, “What’d you make for me?“ 

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