Well, for as useful as it had been thus far, the robot car thing wasn't offering much additional useful input. And Bucky really doesn't want to risk fielding one of those shocks himself.

The guy whines a little in Bucky's grip and Bucky curses in Russian. He kind of doesn't blame the dude because it can't be comfortable to be restrained but come on.

"Robot car trusts you to keep your eyes shut, right, got it?" he asks the guy, and gets another whine in response. What did he do to deserve this again? He lets go, slowly, looking around to see if there's anyone wearing a scarf or something.

"Hey lady," he calls across the street, "can I have your scarf?"