The panicked people around him scattered as he raised the gun, knowing better even in this state than to face that head on. They had each other to deal with, too, after all, and doorways and alleys to claim first, or most violently.
Under the noise of the riot and the fire, heavy stone dragged across stone, a growling rumble that announced Daisy's approach as she hauled her hammer behind her by one listless arm. She didn't flinch as Cap took up the gun, but turned her shoulder toward him, easily sliding just out of target for two of his wild shots and taking the third with just a snarl and brief pause. It pressed a hole in the armor over her shoulder, but that was far from the first bullet Daisy had taken, and such a little sting could barely give someone with the power to move the Earth pause.
With a roar, she swung her hammer up and over her shoulder to slam it down on the asphalt, cracking the street in two. The crack shot toward Captain America like lightning, throwing up stone, glass and cars in its path and ready to swallow him into the shuddering ground.