Mostly Bucky felt like this young woman knew an awful lot about him. Of course Daisy had known a few things about him, but not on this level. He wondered if she'd asked about him, or if Steve had bored the poor girl talking about him.
He stepped up to the counter and ordered a pepperoni pizza and a pitcher of beer, then gestured to a table for them to sit down. "Loud noises don't really bother me," he said, waiting for her to sit down first. A few little holdovers from his early training from his mother about how to treat a lady still lingered, but he stopped short of pulling a chair out for her. They weren't on a date, after all.
He realized he probably seemed like a walking poster child for ptsd, but he didn't really have flashbacks. Some things triggered memories, but he didn't find himself reliving the past. Well, not unless he was asleep.