Chaos golf. A game Tony had invented to spice up our occasional games of mini golf we'd play as a group.
So there we were stood, on a sunny mini golf course that Tony had rented out so we'd be left alone. Steve was currently attempting to hit his ball towards the hole three feet to his left, only to have it knocked away by Tony. Steve let out a loud sigh, head hanging lowly.
"Tony, you're breaking the rules." Steve mumbled, pointing at the rule board they had hanging up near us. Tony, in response, picked up Steve's golf ball and threw it across the course.
"There are no rules in chaos golf!" He shouted as the ball soared through the air and landed in a pond nearby.
"This is why we can't have nice things." Nat mumbled, making me chuckle slightly. Bucky squeezed my hand with his own, pointing over to Steve, who was currently attempting to grab his ball from the middle of the pond. Tony was behind him, pretending to kick his back and when he began to laugh, his foot went a little bit to far forward and Steve ended up in the mossy water, blonde hair stuck to his head when he came back up again. The rest of us roared into laughter as Steve swore at Tony, who was desperately trying to hide a laugh behind his apologising words.
