Bucky laughs outright, quickly pressing his lips together in an attempt to stop, though he succeeds only in letting out a snort instead. Bringing a hand up to his face, he smoothes his palm over his mouth, and shakes his head. Though some part of him notes that she just potentially revealed an important bit of information with her correction, he ignores it for now, intending to return to it later.

"Kid, the only thing you'd be good for the ITF right now is target practice. You need military training for us to even consider you, so, no, you're not being recruited, I swear. I'm just pointing out that if you're going to make a habit of putting yourself in harm's way, you might want to have something better to offer than just your face as an obstacle."