At least they're not screaming. He'd explain, but he doesn't have time, as he sees one of Klaue's men lean out the window with gun in hand. Bucky pushes himself from the trunk into a controlled slide over the roof of the car to the hood, left hand out to try to prevent any bullets from crashing through the windshield to hurt the women behind them.

"What the hell?" he mutters, as those he doesn't deflect just hit the hood and ping away without even leaving so much as a dent.