Steve and Bucky, in between Black Panther and IW, are essentially a trashy gay pulp romance novel about a rugged outlaw and a rugged farmer. They’ve got a complicated past. There’s trauma. There’s yearning. There are long, soulful looks across the beautiful (yet also rugged) landscape. There’s bodice, erm, uniform ripping. You cannot convince me otherwise.
The trashy romance novel we deserve
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