Norman was back in the Tower, and things were just as good as they’d been that first summer they’d been together. Waking up with Norman every day was a small bit of paradise per morning. The feeling of warmth that flowed into his body upon waking up, with Norman’s arms around him and everything feeling safe, was better than anything Peter had ever known before. It wasn’t a feeling that was only for the morning, either. Afternoons with Norman were perfect. Being in New York gave them more than enough to fill their days with, but they still managed to keep to themselves from time to time, sitting on the sofa on Peter’s floor and watching their favorite old movies. The nights were just as good, as quiet or as loud as they wanted. When Pete’s dads left them alone—it was becoming more frequent as they were both legal—nights got as good as they could be.
But, things didn’t stay good for long.
It started with little feelings. The Spidey Senses had picked up on it more than Peter had picked up on anything. There were nights when he swore something was different about Norman. It was in the hair. It looked messy, sometimes, but in a very controlled way. It looked like it had been disturbed on purpose. It was in the way Norman spoke sometimes. Norman’s speech had always been a little controlled, but there were times when it just seemed… different. Like it wasn’t Norman. Sometimes, Norman’s mannerisms just took on a more Norma feel. Sure, as oddly close as Norma and Norman were, they’d always had some shared mannerisms. But, the senses. Sometimes, Norman would move in a certain way, and his sense would just start tingling like crazy.
Norman was in a different part of the Tower, talking to Thor, if Peter’s memory served. His senses, even without Norman around, were going crazy. It started with a tingling in his toes that worked its way up until Peter’s entire body felt like it was crawling. Something was wrong. Maybe he just needed to take a peek through some of Norman’s stuff? That wasn’t really an invasion of privacy when there was legitimate concern behind it, right? Peter didn’t have to look long— after only a few moments of looking, Peter happened upon one of Norma’s dresses. Maybe it was Peter’s imagination, but he was almost certain it was the same dress Norma had been wearing when he caught the two dancing together. Before he had time to organize his thoughts, or put the damn dress back where it had come from, Peter heard Norman’s footsteps. Shit.
Peter turned around, the fabric of the dress swirling around his legs as he clutched it in his hands. “Norm.” Peter murmured, eyes locked on the dress. He couldn’t look up yet, he couldn’t see what he was sure would be on Norman’s face: anger, confusion, resentment… Nothing good. Maybe nothing strange was going on. Maybe Norman was just… trying out a new kink? Or, maybe this wasn’t just a new interest in cross dressing: maybe Norman was exploring his gender identity? That would be more than fine. Maybe that was all it was. Peter certainly hoped.
“What’s this doin’ here?”
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