Sam, Bucky, Zemo
Zemo was just a man. He possessed no superpowers, nothing like Bucky Barnes. Still, he was a smart man, and he knew when to get out. Bucky didn't need to tell him twice.
"Nearly perfect, Sam," Zemo said with infuriating calm, dodging a bullet that had clearly been meant for his head in the knick of time. Another shot through the window and that man dropped his gun, clutching onto his wounded hand. He muttered the words "guardian angel" and immediately ran down the narrow corridor, snatching a handgun off a side table. He stared down the guard at the door as he stalked toward them, pulling the trigger before they had time to react. The guard hit the floor with a thud and didn't move. Like it was a minor annoyance, Zemo kicked the body out of the way and threw open the door for them to escape.
In that other universe, Zemo told them to drop the guns and follow his lead. Not so here. He called back to the pair, "Keep the guns this time!"
They hadn't gotten far through the bar before the bitcoin hitjob lit up everyone's phones. This time, he was under no such compulsion to try to be casual. Zemo shot anyone who tried to get in their way or was drawing a gun. Luckily they had some help in the form of Pete and Kitty, who seemed to startle enough people on the main floor to clear them a path outside.
It wasn't long before the trio were out on the street. Several phone screens lit up around them. Guns were alredy being drawn, and whatever guards were still alive were hot on their heels. As were almost all of the bar patrons.