Food fight

Age: Tony 9, Tim 6 (Almost forgot that you start school a year earlier in the US)

It wasn't Tony that had started it, at least not intentionally. Luke had been the one fighting with Cooper while Tony tried to stick up for his best friend. It wasn't his fault that he had been knocked into by a sixth grader while he was drinking his milk. The fact that said milk had hit Cooper had been an accident, not that Cooper had believed him. His classmate had responded by throwing his milk at Tony and Luke in turn had responded with a couple of fries. Unfortunately for everybody involved Luke's aim was off and the fries hit a fifth grader in the head. That fifth grader misguided from where the fries had come and threw his salad at the person he thought was responsible. From there Tony had no choice but to watch the whole thing unfold. It was barely thirty seconds later that the dreaded call came:

"Food fight!"

Tony quickly grabbed Luke and headed for the safety under their table.

"Let's move in three, I grab Julie's mashed potatoes and you take Niall's meatballs." Luke strategized excitedly.

"Are you crazy! Dad would kill me if he knew I participated, let alone started it."

"It was great, thanks buddy."

"Luke! You aren't listening!"

"3…2…1…Let's go!" Sighing Tony took a deep breath and stuck his head out from their hiding place only to get struck by a couple of French fries himself.

"Ow!"

"Tony! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine." Grabbing the meatballs Tony threw them in the general direction from where the fries had come before once again ducking under the table.

"We are out of food, we need to move."

"I'm coming with you." Julie stated excitedly.

"You can't, you're a girl!" Luke argued while looking at the blonde pigtailed girl like she was crazy.

"Luke! She can come if she wants to."

"Can I come too?" Niall wondered from his corner of the table.

"Sure." Luke replied sullenly while Tony answered with a more calming:

"Of course"

"Let's move it." Luke ordered, and the group started to crawl their way to the next table while food still constantly flew in the air. Tony felt what he suspected was a pickle land on his back followed by some ketchup. There was no way his Dad wouldn't know about this. That lead Tony to the sudden thought of Tim and this morning, what had Tim said?... they had some sort of special program later in the day so they were going to eat with Tony's class today. Struck by the sudden thought Tony stopped crawling and stood straight up, immediately hit by various food items.

"What are you doing?!" Luke hissed.

"Finding Tim." Tony was now on a mission and nobody could stop him. Scanning around the room Tony couldn't see much but remembering the usual layout of the 4th, 5th and 6th graders Tony headed for the few tables that nobody ever used. Stuck in a corner with almost no light most 4th graders thought it was too un-cool to sit there so they chose any other table over those. Diving under the first table Toy was met with a bunch of wide-eyed first graders looking at him like he was about to kill them.

"Does anybody know where Tim is?" Tony asked calmly as to not cause panic. One of the small boys pointed to a table not far from theirs. "Thankyou." Tony flashed them his famous mega watt smile before once again getting onto the battle field, vaguely registering the fact that the food fight still was going strong and was yet to be stopped. Trying to best as he could squirt around the food on the floor to not stain his new sneakers, Tony eventually made it to the outpointed table. This time he took it a little easier and decided to squat down instead of diving like last time.

"Timmy?!"

"Stop calling me that Tony!"

"You are okay. Good."

"What are you doing here Tony?"

"I came to check up on you."

"You look like a monster." One brave little girl chuckled.

"That's what happens when you run across the room in the middle of a food fight."

"Did you really come to check up on me?" Tim wondered crawling to sit down next to him.

"Of course, squirt." After letting that sink in for a minute Tony turned his gaze to the others under the table and asked: "How would you guys like a lesson in food fighting?!" There was a moment of silence before the kids erupted in cheers and Tony smiled widely, turning to his brother who had grabbed some of his lunch. "That's good Tim, now plan your target, stick your head up just enough so you can see it, shoot and then duck back down.

"Like this?" Tim asked smiling and threw the handful of mashed potatoes in his brother's face.

"Just like that." Tony retaliated once he got over the shock. Grabbing some tomatoes Tony gently squished them over Tim's head before ruffling his hair fondly. "Squirt." In the same moment a teacher ended the food fight. Tony smiled at his brother and grabbed his smaller hand in his own: "Come on, let's get cleaned up before Dad sees us." The look of thankfulness on Tim's face made even the mashed potatoes in his shoes worth the journey across the cafeteria.

A/N: after struggling with my regular stories it was really refreshing to write a new one-shot so there might be a chance that I keep doing it.