Chapter 4
Death was something Wednesday was never afraid of.
Death was like a shadow, always following her and hovering over her shoulder, dark yet comforting and familiar.
She was fascinated with it for as long as she could remember, knowing that whenever her death were to happen, she'd accept it and cross over into the unknown with a smile on her face.
But now, she's cursing death for taking Enid from her.
It takes her a second to register that Enid is dead and that she was the reason why.
She doesn't want to believe it. Someone who was so loud, so bright, so full of color, was now quiet and cold in front of her.
There's a reel of memories flashing through her head, from the first day she stepped into their dorm room, to their late night study sessions in the library to the times up on the rooftop and every little annoyance in between. All Wednesday wants to do right now is to hear her laugh, or complain or hum along to her stupid music so loud it would hurt her ears. Anything that would show she was alive.
And then her mind flashes to the future.
Normally, Wednesday would have enjoyed going to a funeral. They were always a peaceful way to spend her time, where she'd watch from afar with morbid curiosity until they lowered the deceased into the ground.
But the thought of having to plan Enid’s makes her absolutely sick to her stomach. She’d have to make sure the flowers were as colorful as her. She probably would have to be buried with her favorite stuffed animals. Her coffin would probably have to be pink too, and she'd make sure she'd get the most grand tombstone in the whole cemetery.
And Wednesday wouldn’t even know who to invite. It seems her family could care less about her. She wouldn’t know how to explain any of this to Yoko. She’d probably have to be the one to tell the world who Enid really was, and have to think of a way to lie about this being her fault, that she was the one to leave this city to fend for itself and take the light that was Enid Sinclair out of the world.
But no, she's not going to be planning Enid's funeral anytime soon. They're in a laboratory, there's got to be safety equipment around if she hasn't destroyed it. She fumbles around, Venom guiding her even if she doesn't want to listen to it right now.
She goes into autopilot, trying to shock Enid awake with some medical equipment and do whatever she can with her mind blurry and eyes watery and her chest feeling like its caved in. Somehow, by some miracle, after dozens of tries, Enid stirs, and Wednesday's never felt so hopeful in her life.
She has a pulse again, somehow, but Wednesday isn't going to fuss over that. She just needs to get Enid out of here, back to safety and get her stable if she's going to survive the night.
It's a combination of adrenaline and Venom's powers that get them home in record time. She places Enid down gently on her bed and gets to work, patching up cuts and tending to wounds as gently and carefully as she can. She uses all of the tools she's had stashed away ever since she's decided to be Enid's sidekick, the painkillers and sutures and everything else.
She stays up all night. She stays up with her eyes focused on the rise and fall of Enid's chest, ignoring how tired she is and how her body is screaming at her to get some rest.
She also stays up because she's wracked with guilt. She can't stop thinking about how Enid was so close to being gone, all because of her.
Venom seems to have shrunken away somewhere in her mind, fearing for itself, but Wednesday doesn't even have the energy to do anything about it.
Enid shifts in her bed, and Wednesday watches her carefully as she stays asleep. Her breathing is shallow, but she is still breathing, and after some hours it seems like the tiniest of bruises are starting to clear up. Wednesday feels a wave of relief knowing her body is starting to heal herself, because Wednesday didn’t know how she would have to explain all of this to a nurse in the emergency room.
Wednesday knows she should be able to finally relax now, but the guilt is still there stuck inside of her. No matter how well Enid will recover, and no matter how much she'll tell Wednesday it wasn't her fault, she knows she doesn't want to have to deal with going through any of this again, not wanting to feel like the only light in her world has gone out.
And so she decides to do what she had originally planned on doing all along.
She's going to leave.
---
Enid wakes up not long after the sun rises, but Wednesday's already cleaned up her side of the room. It looks untouched, as if she had not even stepped foot in it.
She stands still at the edge of Enid's bed, waiting for her to fully wake up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Wednesday feels like a dam about to break waiting to tell Enid about her plans.
"Good Morning," Wednesday says as calmly as possible, and Enid is about to greet her back when her eyes dart past her and around the room.
"Wait," she mumbles, "Where are all of your things?"
Wednesday didn't think she'd notice so quickly, but then again, Enid's always been secretly good at noticing the tiniest details about Wednesday.
"Gone," Wednesday takes a breath, "I'm leaving."
"Leaving?"
"Yes."
Enid's up on the edge of her bed, eyes wide as they can go without her wincing in pain.
"But you said you wouldn't-"
"I have to."
Wednesday takes a step towards her, trying her best not to show any concern, and Enid shrinks back down onto her bed. She's trying her best to detach herself, because the sooner she does it she thinks the easier it'll be.
But this is hard. She's cursing herself for letting her get this way, so far down it's impossible to resurface.
"I killed you, Enid. You were dead."
She has to pause, trying not to watch the gears turn in Enid's head as she learns why she's all battered and bruised.
"This is the only way to keep you safe."
Enid shakes her head furiously, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"It wasn't your fault. You know I don't care, Wednesday."
"But I do," Wednesday nearly shouts, "I don't want to ever feel what I felt again. To know that I'd never hear your laugh again. Or see your smile. Or just to know that there would be someone to come home to that I could trust."
Enid's up off of the bed, still shaking her head as if she's trying to ignore what Wednesday's trying to do.
"No. No, I can't do this alone. I can't solve all of this alone-"
"I'd rather leave you alone and know you're alive than to know that you're- you're-"
Enid reaches a hand out to grab her shoulder tight, breathing heavily.
"Wednesday, I know, but please, you're being selfish-"
"No, Enid," Wednesday shrugs her hand off hastily, "You know you would do the same to keep me alive. Right?"
She expects Enid to fight back, but she just stares back at Wednesday with eyes as lost as a ship stuck in a storm out at sea.
"I told you great power comes with great responsibility," Wednesday explains quietly, "This is me being responsible. For the both of us. And for everyone else in this city who needs you."
The words seem to finally get through to Enid even if she doesn't want to accept it. It takes her a moment, but soon she's nodding again, slower this time as a tear falls down her cheek.
"Alright. Okay."
The words are heavy on her tongue. She doesn't want to do this alone. Having someone help her deal with everything going on and having someone to trust and take care of her when the battle got too tough was like having a weight lifted off of her shoulders.
But Wednesday is right. Enid's been so close to death so many times that its become a part of her routine at this point, but for her to learn that it's actually happened makes her take a step back and reevaluate everything. Even if she's been ready to lay down her life for the city and everyone in it, the thought of being gone terrifies her. She’s too young to be thinking about any of this, and she knows that it’s not like Wednesday’s going to be gone forever. At least she hopes so.
Wednesday's hand is on the door handle, having moved away while Enid was in thought, and Enid quickly interrupts her one last time before she goes, shooting a web to close the door before Wednesday can leave.
"Just- Wednesday. Just promise me one thing. You'll answer your phone for me. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
Wednesday nods, the corners of her mouth pulling upward in the tiniest smile, and then she's gone.
---
Wednesday keeps three things with her. A bag of chocolates. Her favorite knife. And her phone.
Oh, and a phone charger. So make that four.
She waits all day for Enid to call her. She doesn't know how to answer, or what to say or what to expect Enid to talk to her about, but she just knows whatever she's doing she'll drop it to pick up the phone.
Even Venom doesn't tease her about it anymore. Venom's slowly made its way back into Wednesday's head after staying distant, feeling guilty for what it did to Enid. Wednesday thinks it's strange that even a killer alien symbiote is feeling bad about killing someone, but then again she can't blame it. She knows how good Enid is at getting people to like her. She's magnetic.
She wishes Venom were teasing her, though. Then it would mean things were normal. But instead she's trying to figure out a way to get rid of it, even if it costs her her powers.
I'm afraid removing me would be very difficult Wednesday, Venom explains, It is rare that once I am bonded with someone, I can leave them without hurting them.
Part of Wednesday wants to just get it over with, and destroy the symbiote so she knows people will be safe and she can get on with her life, but the thought of ditching Enid and then dying doesn't sound as appealing as it normally would. As much as she wants to pry this alien out of her because of the pain its caused her, she's disappointed to learn it's not something she can do right now.
Instead, they roam upstate New York and the East Coast for who knows how long. Wednesday will read about somebody in the paper who's committed an inhumane act, and the next day Venom will have a full stomach.
She feels guilty at first. It's a tiny feeling of guilt, like a drop in the ocean, but it's still there. That she shouldn't be eating people no matter what they've done, and how Enid - a name that's teetering at the edge of her memory - wouldn't approve.
You left her for a reason, Venom reminds her one night as they stalk through the forest, following the scent of smoke, It’s easiest if you stop thinking about her.
Wednesday doesn't say anything. She focuses on the smoke and instead watches from the shadows as a group of campers sit around a fire telling stories. One of them looks like Enid, even sounds almost like her, and for a moment Wednesday's heart lurches in her chest before the crackle of the fire distracts her.
The fire burns bright, its flames dancing in a way that's absolutely mesmerizing to Wednesday. For a moment, she wonders how much the fire truly would hurt her, if there was a way to for it to burn her just enough to get rid of-
Her phone buzzes.
At first, she thinks she's imagining it, like she already has dozens of times. But when she digs it out of her pocket and sees the screen is illuminated, she feels like she's been rushed off of her feet.
Enid, the name on the screen reads, and she's staring at it, frozen in place, before she realizes she needs to answer it.
"Wednesday! You answered," Enid almost shouts from the other end, so loud it should hurt. But Wednesday's just trying to catch her breath, Enid's voice echoing in her head over and over, just as charming as it’s always been.
"I promised you I would," she finally mutters, face hot, feeling like the voice on the other line is some sort of hallucination.
"Right. Right. Yeah. Um, hi."
"Hello, Enid."
"It's good to hear your voice."
Wednesday's quiet. She doesn't know what to say, a million different words dancing on the tip of her tongue. She didn't think this was going to happen so soon, Enid's tone both calming her down and sending her usually dormant heart rate sky high.
"Okay. Um. The reason I called you," Enid's tone grows serious, "I need your help."
"Enid-"
"Shut up and just listen to me, okay? The red-eyed people are getting worse. They're everywhere, and they're getting stronger, and Eugene and I can only do so much-"
"Enid, slow down," Wednesday scolds, gripping the phone tight. Venom is listening intently as well, humming in Wednesday's head, already thinking of its next meal.
"I'm sorry, I'm just shaken up right now. I was out with Ajax tonight and they got him too, and then he attacked me-"
"He what?"
Wednesday squeezes her phone so tight she almost breaks it. Enid's trying her best to sound confident, but Wednesday can hear the worry in her voice, and it feels like she's been jolted with a shock of electricity hearing that she's been attacked, that someone hurt her, and Wednesday's so furious she almost ignores Enid continuing to ramble.
"His eyes went all red and he charged at me but I wasn't going to hurt him so I webbed him up as best as I could-"
"Send me your location," Wednesday demands, "I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Okay. Good," she can hear Enid breath a sigh of relief, "See you soon."
Enid hangs up, Wednesday already on her feet with New York City on her mind.
Did I hear there's someone we need to eat? Venom hisses.
"Indeed. Now, let's go."
---
Enid sends her the address of an alleyway somewhere in Hell's Kitchen. It's a humid, rainy summer day, and Wednesday hates how her jacket is clinging to her skin and her bangs are plastered to her forehead. Venom groans in irritation, having forgotten how noisy the city could get.
Wednesday can't remember the last time she was ever this nervous for anything, wondering how Enid will react to seeing her again. She doesn't expect Enid to throw her arms around her as soon as they see each other, but she just hopes it goes as civil as it possibly could be. It takes every fiber in her body and Venom's to resist going straight to finding Ajax and holding him over the edge of the Chrysler Building while doing an interrogation.
It's not hard to spot Enid, her bright pink jacket standing out amongst the gray walls of the buildings surrounding them. Enid lifts her head up as Wednesday makes her way toward her, and the expression on her face is blank.
Wednesday's frozen for a moment, the images of Enid laying limp in her arms flashing through her mind before Enid, alive and well in front of her, speaks up.
"C'mon. We're going for a walk," is all she says, and Wednesday squints hard, both in confusion and in trying to see if there's any hint of a smile on her lip. She straightens up her posture.
"To where, exactly?"
"To my actual hideout," Enid explains, "I know better than to give you the real address over a text."
There's a tiny, tiny smirk on her face for a second before she digs her hands into her jacket pockets and heads back outside onto the street, and it gives Wednesday just the tiniest glimmer of hope.
Wednesday just follows her without any other questions, Venom in her head complaining about the rain. Revenge and interrogation is the only thing on her mind, wanting to break down Ajax's door right this second, but for once in her life she figures this is a time to be patient. If Enid doesn't seem worried, then she realizes she needs to let her lead the way. Even if Venom is shouting obscenities at her and her stomach is growling with hunger.
They walk for a while, Enid keeping her head on a swivel. Neither of them say anything, the sound of the rain on the concrete and car horns honking filling the air and mixing with the tension between them.
Eventually, Enid turns down another alleyway at the base of an abandoned apartment building. She looks around again, and then ushers Wednesday over and unlocks the door, shutting it quickly behind them.
Enid takes her hood off and then glances at the elevator shaft across from them, its doors ajar.
"It's uh, kind of a climb," she says, jaw clenched.
"I can manage," Wednesday replies, and Enid looks uneasy.
"Right."
Enid squeezes through the doors and heads up the wall. Wednesday follows, thinking if there's something she should say, but their footsteps just echo through the elevator shaft, ringing in her ears.
She follows Enid through more doors at the top floor, all the way to the end of the hallway. She types in a code to her door, and then guides Wednesday inside.
The apartment is an organized mess. There's a cork board of newspaper clippings and sticky notes on the walls. There's a stack of pizza boxes in the corner. Her computer is on a table with a ton of other gadgets in a corner next to her bed, which of course is still covered in bright pink blankets and stuffed animals.
"How long have you been here?" she asks curiously, noticing the scent of strawberries in the air that makes her feel dizzy.
Enid shrugs, going over and sitting down on the edge of her bed while Wednesday hangs near the door, still studying the room.
"Uh, I've had this place since high school."
"All this time?"
"Well, yeah. I never went home during the summers. Had to find somewhere to go when the boarding dorms closed, so I found some abandoned buildings and set up shop. This is my third one, the other two kind of got destroyed."
Wednesday had already felt guilty about leaving Enid. But now the burning in her chest grows hotter, especially when she remembers how Enid told her her parents shipped her off to the city back in high school. Enid's own parents didn't even care if she came home. She was truly alone in this city, dealing with superpowers and super villains and trying to be a normal teenager on top of it all.
It makes her almost thankful for her own situation with her overly doting parents.
Wednesday shakes those thoughts out of her head and focuses back on Enid, who's watching her quietly.
"So, let us get to the point," Wednesday clears her throat, "Ajax will be lucky to have all his finger intact one we're finished with him-"
"Woah Wednesday, calm down," Enid holds her hands up, "Let's catch up first."
"There isn't time to catch up."
"How have you been?" Enid asks, a perky smile on her face, like they're having a casual chat over an afternoon coffee.
"How have you been?" Wednesday questions back, crossing her arms in frustration.
"Don't be rude. I asked first."
Wednesday rolls her eyes, Venom growling along with her. One thing about Enid is that she's persistent, and her joyful demeanor is impossible to say no to.
"I've been keeping busy."
"I bet. Lots of people have been mysteriously disappearing up and down the east coast."
What little color was on Wednesday's face drains away. Of course Enid would know what she had been up to.
"Enid, I can explain-"
"Don't need to," Enid holds a hand out, "Just don't do any of that while you're here, okay? It would really gross me out."
It's weird seeing Enid so calm, so nonchalant, and alive. Wednesday feels like she should be suspicious, scanning Enid's face for any trace of her trying to hide something or waiting to watch her fade away in front of her like she's some sort of mirage.
But then her eyes gloss over her scars, faded on the edge of her cheeks, and that night in the lab dances through Wednesday's mind again, dark and twisted and her vision is tainted with red.
Then Venom snaps at her to focus.
"Anyways. Ajax," Enid interrupts for her instead, thankfully reminding Wednesday why she’s even back here in the first place.
"Yes," Wednesday nods, "Please explain."
"Right. So, we were out together last night-"
Wednesday's eyes narrow, and Enid throws her hands up once again.
"Not like, on a date or anything, okay? Just as friends. He's one of the few people I know here. Anyways, we were at a Yankees game."
The Yankees? This boy keeps getting worse by the minute, Venom hisses sarcastically.
"He was fine the whole time," Enid goes on, "Then, we go to catch the subway. Of course it's busy since the game's just finished, and I lose him in the crowd, and he ends up in a different car than me. When we got off at our stop, that's when I noticed he was acting strange."
"How so?"
"Just like all the other people. Twitchy. Red glowing eyes. He came at me like a rabid dog. It was like he was a whole different person."
Enid's look is grim, Wednesday watching as she has her hands clasped together nervously, leg bouncing. She knows exactly what Enid means, as it wasn't long that she acted the same.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Wednesday asks quietly, but stern, trying to stay focused.
"No. I'm fine. I webbed him up and it held until it wore off. He had no idea what happened."
"Nothing?"
"Yeah. He was so confused. He said it felt like he blacked out."
Wednesday remembers her own spell of being hypnotized, how she can only recall bits and pieces of it, and how it's blurry and how she wasn't in control at all no matter how hard she tried. She takes a breath and gets back to questioning Enid.
"Did he remember anything from the train? Anything suspicious?"
"I didn't ask. He looked like he was about to pass out. I took him home and then called you."
Wednesday rubs her chin, thinking hard. She's upset, not just at the fact that Enid's been attacked again by whatever this stuff is, but also because she's stumped. There's not any new information from what they already know.
"Then it seems like I need to pay him a visit," she announces, heading straight for the door. Enid follows her, a mix of excitement and nervousness running through her veins.
"Just promise me you won't eat him, okay?" she says, and Wednesday stops in the doorway.
"I can't guarantee it."
---
Ajax lives near campus in an apartment with two other guys who are lucky to not be home when Wednesday and Enid show up. Enid has to do everything in her power to hold Wednesday back from packing a whole set of knives and tells Venom to stay quiet.
"Remember, he doesn't know about my secret identity and all of that stuff," Enid explains as they stop outside of the door to Ajax's place, "So make sure not to bring any of that up."
Wednesday gives Enid a subtle nod, and then steps aside to let her knock on the door.
It takes him a second to answer, and as he does the smell of weed makes Wednesday wince and Venom recoil.
"Hey Enid. Hi Wednesday," he greets timidly, the smile on his face disappearing as soon as his eyes glance down at Wednesday.
Enid opens her mouth to greet him back, but Wednesday speaks up first.
"Ajax. I have a few questions to ask you. And you're going to answer all of them truthfully or I will gut you like a fish."
"Sure. Of course. Yeah."
He gulps nervously, and then steps aside to let them in.
The place looks exactly like it Wednesday imagined it to be, with empty beer cans on the counter, a bong on the coffee table, and the clothes strewn all over the place. Venom dramatically gags inside of her head.
Ajax takes a seat on the rattled couch, waiting for the girls to join him before he realizes they're staying put.
"So," he inhales deeply, eyes darting between the two of them, "What's up?"
"I need you to recount the events of the previous night to me. And do not leave out any details."
Wednesday stares him down, Enid crossing her arms next to her, and Ajax scratches the back of his neck as he thinks.
"Alright. Uh, well, me and Enid were at the Yankees game-”
“I know that part,” Wednesday interrupts, “I need to know about the train ride.”
“But you said not to skip anything-”
Wednesday goes to take a step towards him, but Enid leans into her, a sign to lay off of him. Ajax almost flinches even though Wednesday isn’t even near him, and by the redness of his eyes, she can tell he’s probably as high as a kite right now. Venom groans, irritated but amused.
“Okay, okay,” Ajax throws his hands up, “Me and Enid got separated. I was texting her to see where she ended up when someone walking through the train car bumped into me."
Enid perks up.
"That's why there was a typo in your text," she comments, wide eyed, and Ajax points at her.
"Yeah, exactly."
Wednesday grimaces at the two of them and turns back to Ajax.
"Do you remember what they looked like?"
"Nah," he shakes his head, "But it wasn't long after they walked past that I started feeling all weird and stuff."
He frowns, and blinks like he's still trying to get whatever he was affected with out of his head.
Wednesday thinks for a moment, glancing over at Enid who seems to be doing the same. Venom is antsy inside of her head, chanting eat him, eat him, over and over until she snaps at it to focus.
"It seems like whoever that was has become a suspect of ours," Wednesday says, and Ajax nods in agreement, "Do you remember anything else significant from that night?"
"Not much. My vision started getting all blurry and I felt really hot. I followed Enid for a bit until I blacked out and woke up back here."
Wednesday can feel Enid sigh in relief next to her, glad Ajax doesn't remember them fighting or her having to use her webs to get him to stop.
"It was like, the worst trip of my life," Ajax sighs, running his hands through his hair. Wednesday feels an unusual pang of sympathy run through her, knowing exactly how terrifying it is to have been affected by the substance, especially as a normal human.
"Thank you for your help Ajax," she tells him, truly thankful even if it's not much to go off of, "Don't be surprised if we're back."
He nods awkwardly as the two girls head for the door, and then he jumps off of the couch.
"Oh, Enid, wait! You left your jacket," he says, running to his room before coming back out with one of Enid's bright pink hoodies.
"Thanks," she says gingerly, and he smiles back at her as she follows Wednesday out.
Enid tucks the jacket under her as they head back outside and onto the streets, and Wednesday stares at it, Venom chanting in her head again, going off track.
That's interesting, isn't it? it ponders, She left her jacket. In his room. Another reason for us to eat him and get him out of the way-
"What?" Enid breaks her out of her thoughts, noticing how Wednesday's stopped walking along next to her.
"You stayed over that night?" Wednesday questions, sounding offended, and Enid just shrugs.
"I was just making sure he was okay."
Wednesday furrows her brow as Venom's growls echo in the back of her mind, telling her that it's yet another reason to eat Ajax. She can't believe she's even feeling jealous when it comes to a guy who is as sharp as a marble.
Enid grits her teeth while Wednesday stays silent, trying hard to fight off the dark thoughts swirling in her head.
"Look. Even if something was happening between us, which there isn't anymore, you can't be mad at me for trying to move on with my life when I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
Wednesday notices how Enid's tone shifts from angry to glum, her eyes looking away when she mentions how Wednesday had left. That alone tells her that she's not lying about Ajax, and that she shouldn't be questioning her in the first place.
Then the jealousy inside of her changes to guilt, and somehow, for some reason, she finds herself pulling Enid in for a hug.
She remembers how the last time this happened, she was transported back to that boat, living through Venom's memories. So she braces for something similar, possibly even worse after what they've been through now. But for a moment, all she feels is how warm Enid is, and how she's being careful not to crush her even if she can withstand it now, the feeling of her hands gentle on her back.
She savors the feeling, that strange feeling of love coursing through her and even making Venom quiet, but then suddenly she's rushed back into the past.
It's dark, and she can hear voices. She doesn't know where she is, and for a moment she thinks she's back in that lab, about to relive the worst night of her life.
But then there's a light, and she's staring back up at herself.
She's holding a match, flame flickering in her hand and making her wince. She can see Enid pacing in the background, and that's when she recognizes where she is.
It's the empty classroom in the chemistry building. They had snuck in to get ingredients for Enid's web fluid and ended up finding Tyler and where he was keeping the symbiote.
It's a very random memory coming from Venom, but it's much better than what else she could be seeing. Besides, Wednesday had to admit sneaking into the chemistry building was fun. It was the first time she really saw Enid in her element, seeing her devious side as she led her through the halls and webbed up the security cameras-
Then her past self is startled by Enid calling for her, and then Wednesday finds her current self doing the same.
"Wednesday? Hello? Are you okay?"
She blinks out of the memory, ignoring how worried Enid looks, and the realization hits her like a speeding train.
"The security cameras," she gasps, eyes wide, the tiniest grin on her face.
"What?" Enid looks back at her confused, glancing up and around them, "What security cameras?"
"We need to look through the footage from that train."
---
It's a bit harder than expected to hack the cameras on the train, Enid both annoyed and surprised that the New York transit system has such strong security. Thankfully the incident only happening recently means the footage isn't buried deep in some archive or worse, deleted.
Enid once again is a whiz on her computer, hanging upside down from the ceiling as she types and clicks away. The noises rattle in Wednesday's head, Enid assuring her she's almost got it every five minutes. She doesn’t mind the noise this time though, because it reminds her of those long nights in their dorm again, and that Enid is alive and well and they’re going to solve whatever’s going on and save the city. Then, they can figure out a way to separate Venom from her so she’s no longer a threat, but Wednesday’s not going to admit she’s afraid to think that far ahead.
Instead, Wednesday's focused on going through a stack of police reports from that night. They've discovered several other passengers on the same train car as Ajax also attacked people, proving that someone on the train must have exposed them to the mysterious substance. They just need to find out who it is, and they'll have the best lead they've had in months.
She hums to herself at how well this is all suddenly clicking together, and Venom clears its throat.
You're welcome by the way, it groans, and Wednesday lifts her head up.
"For what, exactly?"
The hint about the security cameras. You were too busy fawning over Enid that I had to do something to get us back on track.
"Oh please. We would have figured out to look at the cameras on our own," Wednesday retorts.
Well yes, after you were done making out-
Wednesday slams her book shut just in time for Enid to jump down from the ceiling and land next to her.
"I think I've got something!" she cheers, setting her laptop down in front of the two of them. She hits play and leans back.
"See, there's Ajax," she points at him, a small figure on the screen whose face is lit up by his phone screen, "And that person he was talking about bumps into him here."
Wednesday watches closely, eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen. The figure runs into Ajax, who almost drops his phone, shaking his head as they walk away.
They make their way through the train car slowly, something in their hand that's hard to see. As the train reaches its next stop, the person waits near the opposite door. They shove whatever they're holding back into their pocket.
Wednesday's growing anxious, hoping they can get a clear view of whoever it is or she won't know what their next step would be. But lucky for her, the person stops to glance back at the rest of the passengers before getting off, and that's when Enid reaches over and hits pause.
"Is that-"
"Bianca Barclay.”