The first rule of fight club: Don't talk about your emotional trauma from your other fight clubs....
The offer from her former teacher earned a slight raising of an eyebrow. While somewhere in the back of her head America was well aware that Bucky had an extensive list of things he was trained in, she didn't always think of all of that crap until he mentioned it. Though, the question put her mind off for a moment. The bruiser hadn't thought past working together with some of her powered up peers in attempts to best prepare herself for whatever bullshit was ultimately to come... Because there was always bullshit to come after an event like what had happened recently. There was always fall out. There was always destruction and revolt. That was something that didn't change no matter what universe you were in. However, what form those things established themselves in... That was a different story altogether.
Perhaps it was her paranoia that lead her to want to be able to work with - or against if need be - anyone she could train with, or perhaps it was just good fucking logic but...
"Let's start with sneaking." A beat. "Can always punch later." The words were flatly stated - her normally emotionally indifferent tone ever present - as she walked through the door before him and then waited for him in the middle of the room. Hell, punching was her preferred method of interaction, but being able to get up close enough to knock a fucker's teeth out sometimes was a better plan than just flying straight at their face. Maybe she could put some of what Elektra had taught her years before into practice, and maybe Bucky wouldn't know anything better than the other woman but... Then again, you never knew.