Look isn't a car supposed to be a safe place in a thunderstorm? Something about conducting the charge to the ground but the tires are insulators? Whatever the case Bucky's not so sure the strike should smell quite like that but it's already a weird day, so why not?

Of course, then the car not only drives at Lightning Dude, it does... whatever the fuck that just was. And you know what? Bucky's sorry he ever grumbled about the talking car in the first place because what. Even.

Too bad alcohol doesn't do much for his metabolism because Bucky needs a very stiff drink.

Still, there is Lightning Dude to worry about and the guy's attention is firmly on the car-turned-giant-robot. Good. It gives Bucky the opening to run up behind the guy — a full super soldier speed run, because he had spent a moment to try to process what he'd just seen — and clamp an arm around his waist. The other hand goes under the jaw, to force the guy's face skyward. Hopefully no low flying birds (or planes or supermen) get caught by the lightning blast.

"Close your goddamn eyes already!" Will he? Hopefully. But if not Bucky's prepared to try knocking him out.