#*does a tiny lil lip bite for the girlies*

[avengemebuckyy]

Statuesque 👠

Summary: 

‘“Uh, no, I can work on your arm.” You say, standing up. Your heart drops.

You’re taller than him.

You’re taller than him.’

or: You haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to dating. You don’t think Bucky will be any different.

Author’s note: This is a Bucky x tall fem reader. As a tall girl I kind of can’t relate when fanfics describe the reader being dwarfed by the love interest. I’m two inches away from six foot so I’m more likely to dwarf them. Especially in heels. So I thought it would be interesting to do Bucky with a tall girl. A really tall girl. I’ll do tags in a reblog since I don’t know if it’s safe to add links yet. Someone let me know if it’s safe lmao.

warnings: none

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“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky says shooting Clemence a knee weakening smile. Clemence giggles, tossing her shiny chocolate hair over her shoulders.

“No problem Sargent,” she purrs, leaning in slightly. Bucky had come in for his regular tune up on his arm. With strict instructions from Shuri the engineers working under the reformed Avengers had been preforming monthly tests to make sure Bucky’s arm was functioning properly. However recently the head engineer, Folashade, had been experimenting with some new functions for Bucky’s arm so he had been coming in weekly instead of monthly. Not like anyone on your all female team was complaining.

Whenever Bucky came into the workshop all productivity screeched to a halt. Even now you could see your coworkers not-so-subtly staring Bucky down. Not that you could blame them. The man was gorgeous. His brown hair looked absolutely touchable and the perfect amount of stubble lined his sharp jaw. But it really was his eyes and mouth that could do a girl in. Bucky’s eyes were large and piercing, even a simple glance from him seemed to be intense. And his mouth- it wasn’t necessarily his lips- although they were perfectly pouty, but rather his words that would make women melt. Apparently once he had been different, you had heard from some techs, silent and withdrawn, guarded and jumpy. But that was before your time. You had only been hired a few months ago, and the Bucky you knew was a massive flirt.

But under his smooth exterior signs of the broken and put back together man showed through. You could see it in the way he’d tense whenever touched him, how he constantly seemed to be scanning the room, how he’d always be checking the entrances and exits, and  in the way he’d avoid looking at his reflection in the full length mirror next to the table whenever he’d get his arm worked on.

Clemence closes up the panel on Bucky’s arm and shoots him a gleaming white smile that would have melted a lesser man. But Bucky simply rolls down his sleeve and gets up from the work table.

“It’s been a pleasure as always, ladies” He says giving a charming smile and heading out the door. As soon as the door closes girlish sighs erupt around the room.

“Is it just me or is he getting hotter and hotter?” Vanessa says fanning herself.

“He is,” Clemence says, smirking

“Clemence I can’t believe you got to work on him two times in a row!” Vanessa says and the other girls mutter their agreement.

“What can I say,?” Clemence says inspecting her perfectly manicured nails-which always stayed perfectly manicured no matter what kind of project she was working on.

“You smug bitch- I’m taking your stick out of the drawing next time.” Brittney calls out laughing. Every time Bucky was due to come into the workroom there was a drawing to see who would get to work on him.

You allow yourself to smirk at the girl’s lascivious comments for a moment before blocking them out and returning to your work. You hadn’t even written your name on a popsicle stick to be drawn. After all you were realistic. You would leave girls like Vanessa, Clemence and Ayesha to fight for Bucky’s affection. They were all beautiful, the type of girls who would be in the running to capture such a man’s attention. You on the other hand weren’t even in the race. Life had taught you that soon enough. Failed dates, dances where you did nothing but sit on the sidelines, girls nights out were every one of your friends got chatted up except you. You think your height is partially to blame. You were very tall. Taller than most women and even a lot of men. Even the men that were taller than you seemed to gravitate towards the cute, petite girls.

You eye Clemence’s tiny frame and hold back a sigh. The tallest girl in the workroom besides you was 5”5. You always felt gigantic around them. Unfeminine. In your personal life you feel that you had to compensate, and usually you do by dressing extra girly. But all engineers must wear the same army green jumpsuit when working. The other girls look cute in theirs while you feel like you look like a burly mechanic. You look at the time.

“I’m gonna take my lunch now guys” You say, standing up from your worktable.

“Okay, just be sure to back by 1pm, I want us to start on the launcher then.” Clemence says turning around. “Wow. You know sometimes I forget how tall you are,” she says looking up at you.

“Okay.” You reply, giving a tight nod and heading out of the room.

A week later you’re sitting out at your usual picnic table. You almost always take your lunch breaks alone. Work just requires so much brain power and digestion of information that you sometimes feel that your head is going to explode. So during your lunch break you like to sit alone and decompress. Usually you listen to music but recently you’ve started a book. A deep voice startles you, but you can’t quite make out the words that were said. You look up and are met with Bucky Barnes’ piercing gaze.

“Huh?” you say, feeling like a deer in headlights.

“I said do you mind if I sit here?”

“Uh, no, go ahead,” You say and look back down at your book. You stare at the pages, not comprehending anything. Finally you give into the urge and look up at Bucky. He’s calmly unwrapping a sub, looking delectable as ever in a tight navy long sleeve that shows off every contour of his biceps.

“What’cha reading?” he asks, taking a bite of his sub and looking at you.

“Girl in the snow, it’s a murder mystery.” You reply, eyes darting back down to the page.

“Interesting. To be honest I thought you’d be reading some book on engineering.”

You look up at him and find him smirking at you.

“No way! I eat out here to get away from work. Sometimes after being in the workroom for too long I feel like my brain’s fried.”

“I get that.” Bucky chuckles “I mean love the guy but if I had to listen to Steve practicing his inspirational speech one more time I’m pretty sure my head would explode.”

You giggle at the thought of the Captain practicing his renowned speeches.

“How many times does he usually practice his speeches?”

Bucky groans “At least 10 times.” He leans forward and in a conspiratory whisper says: “Frankly I think he just loves the sound of his own voice.”

The next day Bucky sits down with you when you take your lunch. And the day after that. And the day after that. After the second day you don’t even bother opening your book. You find it so easy to talk to Bucky. He makes you laugh with his sly sense of humor and surprisingly the two of you have a lot of things in common, you find you have to pull yourself away from the table at the end of your breaks.

At the end of the week as you listen to the girls drawing sticks, you can feel your heart rate picking up. You know it’s only been a few days and you don’t want to even admit it to yourself but you’re developing quite the crush on Bucky Barnes.

“Vanessa’s got it.”

Disappointed groans sound out from across the workroom.

“At least tell me you’re gonna be working on his upper arm today,” Brittany says. Vanessa picks up Bucky’s file and flips through it.

“We’re in luck ladies, today is the upper plates!” whistles sound out across the room. Upper arm means Bucky has to take off his shirt. You contemplate taking your lunch right now. You don’t think you’ll be able to sit and watch Vanessa charm Bucky. Vanessa always had the male agents drooling whenever they come into the workshop to be fitted with new weapons. Her chic jet black pixie and curvy petite frame seems to be like catnip to men.

Just as you’re about to step outside, the door opens and Bucky enters the workroom.

“Good afternoon” he greets, looking around the workroom.

“Afternoon, Sergeant Barnes,” Vanessa says, smiling widely. “I’ll be working on your arm today.”

Normally Bucky just nods and heads over to the worktable. But today he pauses.

“Actually I was hoping that y/n would be able to work on my arm today.” Every head in the workroom whips towards you. You look up, shocked. Bucky walks towards you, stopping in front of your table.

“Unless she’s too busy for lil’ ol’ me.” The soldier gives you a teasing smile.

“Uh, no, I can work on your arm.” You say, standing up. Your heart drops.

You’re taller than him.

You’re taller than him.

You suddenly realize that you’ve never stood next to Bucky. He always came to the picnic table when you were sitting down and you always left him sitting at the table. You had always been sitting at your worktable when he came in to get his arm tuned up and you had never interacted with him besides those moments.

You’re only taller by an inch or two but you know when it comes to guys it might as well be a foot. If you had any chance with Bucky before it was officially shot. You struggle to keep your face composed. Bucky seems unware of your internal struggle, shooting you a panty dropping smile and turning to walk towards the worktable.

You can feel every eye boring into you as you take the file from Vanessa and skim over it.

“I’ll be working on the front panel of your upper arm today, I’m going to be running through the flexion capabilities of the plates.”

Bucky nods, eyes never leaving your face.

“I-um I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt if you don’t mind.” You stammer and Bucky smirks. You can’t even enjoy this moment because you’re still fixated on the fact that you’re taller than Bucky. Normally you can tell within moments whether a guy is taller than you, even if you’re sitting down. Like a snake measuring it’s prey before devouring it. But you had been so taken by Bucky you didn’t even think about his height. You’ll admit, you’d always loved the idea of having a tall boyfriend, but if you were honest with yourself it was more so to fit in with society than your own personal mandate. But it didn’t matter in the end, most guys wouldn’t even entertain the thought of being with a girl taller than them.

Your thoughts are broken by the sound of Bucky pulling off his long sleeved shirt. You hear some muffled sighs and one ‘damn!’ followed by hushes and giggles.

Bucky is stacked. Every agent you’ve worked with is in shape, but the super soldier is on another level. Bulging defined muscles line every inch of his frame and broad shoulders taper down into a slim waist. You’re so busy staring you almost miss the nervous look in Bucky’s eye. You’re confused for a moment before you realize. You look at his shoulder, where the metal arm fuses with his shoulder. Even Shuri’s genius and the Wakandan doctor’s groundbreaking treatments hadn’t been able to heal the angry raised scars that covered his shoulder. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and rather than tensing Bucky seems to relax into your touch, his face relaxing too.

“Well just give me a moment to grab the tools and we’ll get started.” You say smiling at him and gently rubbing his shoulder. “It should give the ladies enough time to pick their jaws up off the floor.”

Laughter sounds out from around the workroom and Bucky joins in, fixing you with a full, happy smile.

Two weeks later you’re eating lunch with Bucky. It’s become routine for him to join you and you find your heart fluttering every time you catch his silhouette heading towards your table. A foreign sort of hope has started blossoming in your chest. ‘Maybe he kind of likes me? In that way?’

“Can I ask you a question?” he says suddenly, after you finish telling him about a new TV series you’ve started.

“No. People who like pineapple on pizzas are not allowed to ask me questions.” You say keeping your face straight. Bucky makes a expression of mock-hurt and whines your name.

“Come on, sugar, can you make an exception for me?”

You pretend to think for a moment.

“I guess. But you’re on thin ice Barnes.”

Bucky smiles and you try to ignore how your heart jumps.

“Say, what kind of flowers do dames like nowadays?”

You feel your heart drop.

What kind of flowers do dames like nowadays?

Dames. Not you.

Of course. Why hadn’t you seen it clearly? You’d been in this situation before. Guys always seemed to gravitate towards you when they needed help approaching someone else. ‘Who was it?’ you wondered for a moment. Clemence? Ayesha? Vanessa? Most likely Vanessa. It didn’t matter. You knew what was coming next, questions on how to woo his love interest and the cold shoulder once he succeeded.

You should have kept your feelings under control.

‘Fix your face’ you think to yourself and struggle to not let your emotions show.

“Well roses are always a hit.” You say, giving a smile that you hope doesn’t look pained “Although bouquets of roses and daises are popular nowadays. I thought it was an odd combination at first, but they do look really pretty…” your voice trails off. Bucky nods.

“Thanks sugar, I’ll keep that in mind” Bucky says giving you a soft smile. For a moment the two of you just look at each other. You feel yourself getting swept away in his gaze again.

‘Stop’ you tell yourself. ‘It’s no use anyway’

“Well, it’s time for me to head back.” You say standing and gathering your things.

‘You need to start cutting him off. Before it hurts too much to do so.’

Over the next two weeks you avoid Bucky best you can. You take your lunch in other places most days, in various spots so Bucky won’t find you. Still, you don’t want to seem like you’re avoiding him so you work on him when he comes into the workroom and asks for you and you sit at your usual spot two days out of those weeks, blaming work for your repeated absence. When you do take lunch with him you try to be impersonal in order to stop your feelings from deepening any further. But even in the short time you’ve come to know him Bucky Barnes is a hard man to forget.

By the end of the third week you’re sitting under a large tree on the compound, eating your lunch. You’re in the middle of  taking a massive bite of the puff pastry you packed when you notice two worn leather boots in your line of sight.

You look up and are met with Bucky Barnes’ piercing gaze.

“Hey,” he says

“Hey,” you reply, quickly shoving the rest of your pastry in your mouth , so you don’t have to say much else before you make your escape.

“Um so I was just actually heading out-“ you say quickly packing up your lunch box and standing. Bucky says your name softly, and something in his voice makes you pause. He sounds almost hurt.

“Are you avoiding me sugar?”

“N-no- of course not,” you stammer “But I really must be going-“ you say starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Bucky grasps your arm and you’re surprised by how gentle his touch is. He releases you and starts to shuffle his feet a bit.

“I-uh needa ask you something.”

“Sure,” you say, voice clipped. Internally you wilt, knowing a question on how to romance one of your coworkers is coming next.

“I was just wonderin’ if maybe you’d fancy going with me to Stark’s party next week. As my date. And uh maybe I can take you out to dinner beforehand?”

You just stare at Bucky for a moment shocked. ‘He’s asking me out?’

“Of course it’s alright if you don’t want to.” He says a blush working it’s way up his neck. The gears in your mind are slowly starting to turn. ‘Doesn’t he care about the height thing?’

“It doesn’t bother you?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You curse internally. ‘Maybe he hasn’t even noticed?’

“What?” Bucky asks looking adorably confused. You take a deep breath before deciding to say it. Better you know now rather than find out when he asks you to not wear heels.

“That I’m taller than you.” You mumble feeling embarrassed. Bucky looks at you for a moment before breaking out into a beautiful laugh, all full lips and white teeth.

“No, why would it?”

“ It’s just that most other guys seem to have a problem with my height.” You say looking down at your shoes.

“I never much cared about a gal’s height, it more mattered to me that she looked good.” Bucky steps closer, smirking “And might I say you are the best looking dame I’ve ever seen.”

You can’t contain your giggle at that “Stop flattering me Barnes.”

“There’s nothing to flatter sugar, I’m just speaking the God-honest truth.” Bucky says, leaning even closer, until you feel that you might due to his nearness. He smells indescribably good. Pine mixed with almost a smoky scent. “ ‘Sides I like your height. It’s sexy. Makes you look like some typa goddess or something.”

You can’t do anything but smile like an idiot.

“Shut up, Bucky,” you say turning your face away giggling.

“But I can’t, not when I’m around you,” he says smiling at you. He places a hand on your hip and gently urges you closer. You comply. “So, whattdaya say?”

“Yes.” You say still grinning. Bucky smiles back, smile threatening to overtake his entire face.

“Well that’s the best news I’ve heard in a while,” he says and steps backwards. For the first time you notice one of his hands is behind his back. “ You know, I have on good authority that these-“ he pulls his hand from behind his back and reveals a large bouquet of roses and daises “are the types of flowers dames like nowadays.”

You can’t help squealing a little bit. “You’re so corny” you say giggling “You’re lucky I like that.”He hands you the flowers and offers you his arm, taking your lunch bag for you. You clasp his bicep and the two of you start walking towards the compound.

“You know the only thing that would make this better would be if you wore those red heels of yours on our date.”

“When have you seen me wear heels?” you ask looking at him, surprised. You wore flat boots to work every day. Blush tinges Bucky’s neck again.

“The last company party.” You remember that party, it was a few months ago, a couple of weeks after you’d been hired. You normally stuck to flats but that night you’d been brave enough to wear a beautiful pair of fire engine red heels. But after the tenth ‘Why are you wearing heels? You’re already so tall?’ you had left early with one of your friends who was trying to dodge her agent ex. Bucky clears his throat “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been plotting on you for a while now, sugar.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“Hmm…” you pretend to think, “I guess I can grant your request.”

Bucky grins at you, winding his arm around your waist.

“Well this day just keeps on getting better and better.”

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