The art in these volumes can be breathtakingly beautiful, but that’s about all it has going for it, because the story is so bonkers, so out of the box, that it’s plain ridiculous. Kooky can be cool, but in this case it’s just not.

I think it’s because the Winter Soldier as a character is so incongruous in his own story. The artwork belongs to what it’s depicting. The beauty of space, the cosmos, planets and stars. And that is not, in my mind, where Bucky Barnes belongs.

Even Daisy Johnson, whom I love, is wasted here.

There’s just no point to anything here. It’s a long, rambling tale that ultimately achieves nothing.
A waste of time and a great disappointment.