Summary: Rumlow pushes his limits and gets expelled thanks to Tony personally contacting the school. The group definitely does not throw a party to celebrate.

All Natasha wanted was to have a nice, relaxing study period in the library. Her first class had been let out early so she had gone to the library to get some extra studying in before Steve joined her. She had forgotten how annoying Brock Rumlow had been before Steve had stepped in and started joining her in the library every free period they had. Unfortunately for her, Rumlow didn't give her a minute to remember before he was sliding into an empty chair at her table and smiling.

"Hey, Nat," he said, putting a hand over hers.

Natasha twisted her pencil in her hand and stabbed his palm without so much as blinking. Rumlow gasped, but she had hardly stabbed him hard enough to draw blood. There was a mark, sure, but nothing serious enough that he wouldn't recover from.

"Get lost," she muttered, not looking up from her notebook.

"What the fuck was that?" Rumlow hissed, rubbing his hand.

She didn't reply so Rumlow snatched her notebook and moved it out of her reach. Scowling at him, she tried to grab it back, but he held it behind him. She lunged for it and Rumlow wrapped his free arm around her back, trapping her in place. Her eyes widened as she realised she was practically sitting on his lap and she immediately forgot about her notebook in favour of escaping his grip.

"Let me go, Rumlow," she demanded, clawing at his arm.

Instead of letting her go, he slid her notebook far across the table and wrapped both arms around her.

"Why? You're the one that jumped on me," he told her. Her scowl deepened. "Not so tough without your trusty pencil, huh?"

"Let me go and I'll show you just what I can do with that pencil," she threatened.

Rumlow's eyes sparkled in glee and she mentally berated herself for walking into that one.

"I'll make you a deal," he offered, tightening his grip when she managed to squirm away a little. "You kiss me and I'll leave you alone forever."

"I have my doubts," she muttered.

Rumlow shrugged, telling her there was only one way to find out.

She shook her head. "I'm not kissing you."

"Fine, then the deal's off," he told her.

She was about to tell him there had never been a deal to begin with, but he smashed his lips into hers and she gasped. He bit her lower lip aggressively and when Natasha yelped at the pain, he managed to shove his tongue into her mouth. Furious, Natasha bit his tongue harshly and it was him who yelled in pain this time. He released her and she scrambled away from him. As he cussed her out, she packed up her backpack hastily and rushed out of the library. She was in such a rush she almost didn't see Steve in front of her and barely stopped in time to avoid colliding with him.

"Nat, what happened?" he asked, reaching out to steady her.

Natasha couldn't seem to find the right words to explain, but she was saved from having to tell him when Rumlow came storming out of the library. His tongue was bleeding and he was struggling to keep it from dripping across the carpet. He glared at Natasha fiercely, ignoring Steve as he jogged to the nurse's office.

"Yeah, that," she managed to say.

Steve watched Rumlow in mild shock, still trying to put together how that could have happened. When he couldn't figure it out, he turned back to Natasha. Her bottom lip was bleeding as well, not nearly as bad as Rumlow's tongue, but still noticeably cut.

"What happened?" he repeated. Natasha gestured down the hall where Rumlow had disappeared. "Okay, but what exactly did Rumlow do?"

"He stole my notebook," Natasha began. She recounted the event, fingering her bloodied lip and frowning when her fingers came away red. "He just won't leave me alone."

"I think it's time we told the others," Steve told her. Natasha looked up at him with wide eyes and he gently cupped her face. "We can get Tony to call the school. He'll be expelled and you won't have to worry about him."

"But do we have to tell everyone?" she asked. Steve sighed. "Just Tony, alright?"

"Alright," Steve agreed, kissing her temple. "Now let's go clean up your lip."

* * * * *

Later that night, Steve pulled Tony aside and briefly explained how a kid named Brock Rumlow had been bothering Natasha. He didn't have to go into any detail before Tony was nodding and searching for the school's phone number. When no one answered, he left an angry message for the poor secretary to find in the morning, demanding Brock Rumlow be expelled or he would make sure the the university was faced with a sexual harassment scandal. After a whole week of no Rumlow on campus, Steve realised Tony's angry message had actually worked.

"You should hear what they're saying about him," Natasha told Tony. Behind them, Clint and Thor were playing Jenga while Bruce dozed off at the kitchen table. "Some people think he attacked you personally while others say he was sleeping with teachers and their kids."

"Ew," Tony grimaced.

Natasha nodded, her own look of disgust matching Tony's. Steve was busy reading, only kind of paying attention to their conversation. Natasha's last comment did grab his attention, though, and he looked up in confusion.

"Don't worry about it," she said, patting his arm from where she was lying on top of him.

They had claimed the entire couch, forcing Tony into the reclining chair and Thor and Clint on the floor.

"I'm going to worry about it," Steve told her. He had no context for what she'd just said and keeping it that way pretty much guaranteed he'd have the wrong idea.

"Rumours about Rumlow," Tony clarified. That didn't really make things better, but Steve decided to go back to his book instead of asking more questions.

"We should throw a party," Clint suggested. He looked completely engrossed in his game of Jenga and whether he'd said it unconsciously or if he had actually been paying attention, Natasha wasn't sure.

"Why?"

"To celebrate Rumlow's disappearance from our lives, duh," he responded. That was the last thing he said before focusing all his attention on his Jenga game.

"Let's do it," Tony agreed.

He stood abruptly from his chair and Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.

"Obviously not tonight," he said, "but we have to start planning it."

"You just want to throw another party," she accused.

Tony shrugged as he snagged his tablet off the stand beside the couch and sat back in his chair.

"Sue me, but you'll lose," he told her, settling down comfortably. "Trust me, this is the best reason to throw a party ever."

"Alright," Natasha shrugged, snuggling closer to Steve. "As long as it doesn't involve drugs and horny strangers."

"Deal."