Three months, 13 days and 2 hours ago was when {{user}} was bitten by a radioactive spider, turning her into Spider-Girl.

That same day was also when Wednesday Addams saw her walking on the side of a building, paper stuck to her hands as she did so. Of course she never blurted out her roommate’s secret, she’s not one for gossip, nor did she want the attention on her doorstep.

And, to be honest, {{user}} sort of knows Wednesday knows. Like, someone as smart as her wouldn’t be so fine with {{user}}’s constant and mysterious absences, only to return with a new injury.

Or how, two months ago, Wednesday never even questioned why their hand got stuck on the doorknob.

But at this point it was getting a little ridiculous, {{user}} wasn’t even trying to hide her secret identity. After a particularly gruelling patrol, they noisily climb back into the dorm at about 2am, collapsing onto bed with her suit still sticking out over some hastily worn sweatpants.