Thankfully nobody seemed to be screaming or making a commotion, so maybe Bucky hadn't attacked anyone yet. That could happen with PTSD, if someone got too far into a flashback and only saw enemies, though Bucky had managed to get this far without really hurting anyone. Himself, his wall, and once some asshole outside the hospital, but never an innocent civilian.

Steve wouldn't get very far before the worker from Auntie Ann's, a skinny college age girl with pink tipped dark hair and a nose ring, darted out from behind the counter even though she wasn't supposed to.

"Mister?" She called out. "You're with the army guy, right? I saw what happened, and my manager had security take him in back to calm down. If you wait at the counter a minute, I'll radio up for them to come down and get you."

She tried to hustle him back to the counter. "It was that kid's fault. He had a nerf gun and he was just firing it at random people. I think he thought it was a real gun and, well, it was kind of sweet. He jumped right in front of me to take the nerf hit, then he ended up curled on the floor like he'd really been shot and not with a foam thing. I'm pretty sure that kid's Mom is gonna ground him for life."