Understanding

Tony supposes it had all started the moment those damn videos had started to circulate. "Spider-Man Fights Off Robber" they'd claim, showing the ametuer shoot webs at petty criminals.
Tony had scoffed at the title; the person clearly wasn't any more than 5'7 on a good day. Probably some tiny college student looking for a way to reason himself among the likes of the avenger, he had figured.
Still, the kid was darn flexible, and damn if he wouldn't pretend to be interested in his undoubtedly brief superhero career to get him into a tighter suit and into his bed for a night or two. Hell, maybe he'd even dazzle him into helping take care of Cap, who's audacity and my disloyalty were growing tiring as of late.
So he told Jarvis to track down the petite webslinger and to prepare a more adequate suit while they were at it.

He swore his heart had stopped the moment Jarvis had pulled up the results of the search. He'd restarted and updated the software at least thrice, sure the previously infallible AI had made a mistake.
But no, this truly was the one and only Spiderman.
(Spiderboy, his mind had affectionally supplied. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't already a little attached.)
He was gorgeous and dare he say it, adorable. Messy brown curls that just wouldn't stay flat, a sweet round face and a button nose scattered with freckles. Literal doe eyes and lips that he couldn't help imagining stretched around his length, making sweet little gasps and choked moans as Tony grips the curls at the back of his neck and thrusts.
He wouldn't say it at the time, but he couldn't help it. He was infatuated. How anyone could look at that boy and not want to steal him away from the world was beyond him.
Oh, and he was 14. Tony couldn't believe it. Well, he figured, it's not like hadn't fucked underage models before. Not quite that young, but he could wait.
He wondered where the kid got his abilities, or if he was really that athletic. Looking at the information JARVIS had collected on him, he doubted it. The kid had all A's, but looking at his gym participation file revealed that his passion for it was clearly lacking.
Must have been the result of some gamma ray leak then. Those were getting awfully common nowadays.

It had only taken a couple of minutes for Tony to track down where Peter lived. Some shitty apartment in Queens. The scholarshipHi applications should have made it so that he wasn't suprised, but he still got a bit of shellshock when he pulled up to the place in one of his many luxury cars. Two people lived in this dump that wasn't even 1000 square feet. Huh. Poor people.
He runs a hand through his hair to make sure it was properly messy and started the trek up the stairs of the apartment building, glad there weren't any paparazzi around for once. (He figured it was the decoy lamborghini he had sent out before getting the attention.)
He reached the door and knocks twice, putting his weight onto his heels and whistling a tad bit obnoxiously as he waited.
The door opened to reveal a younger woman, probably in her thirties. She was attractive enough, he figured, although nothing compared to her nephew.
Her eyes narrowed for a moment before widening in shock and recognition. After this revelation, she narrowed her eyes again, suspicion clear on her features. Tony sighed. He'd have to dial up the charm for this one. At least she was hot.
"Don't faint on me, sweetheart. I'm actually here to talk with your ward, Peter." He winked "About the scholarship grant."
Her mouth dropped open. Frantically, she nods and opens the door.
"He'll be home soon, he's, um, staying after school. Do I need to be there for the talk or?" She trails off nervously.
"Just us, if that's alright." He says, smiling charmingly.
"Yeah. His room is over there." She points to a door. "Sorry this is place is so small."
"It's fine." He crossed over the threshold, leaving the door cracked open, and looks around.
"God, this place is smaller than my closet." He mutters, taking it in. That computers had to be from 1995 or earlier; had this kid ever heard of a Stark computer? Apparently yes, because a Stark Expo poster was hanged proudly on the wall, next to an Iron Man poster that was scratched and curled up but evidently too well loved to be thrown away.
If he had one, Tony was sure his heart would have warmed. What a cutie; it was always nice to meet a fan.
The door opened cautiously behind him and Tony spun around to see Peter shyly standing in the doorway.
Tony swore his heart would have stopped if not for reactor keeping it going. God, the kid was gorgeous. And absolutely adorable. It felt odd using those too adjectives to describe him at once, but it was the truth. Peter cleared his throat, looking as if he were about to faint.
Aw, look, the poor thing was terrified. That wouldn't do. He sends a smile at the kid, one of the ones he used for fancy cocktail parties and Forbes covers.
Peter turns pink, color reaching the tips of ears. Tony wondered how he looked flushed, overwhelmed and naked as he looked lustfully up at him from the bed he was tied to. Ah, that was a nice thought.
Peter finally speaks, nervously and tripping on his words. God, his voice was adorable. He wanted to hear it screaming his name. Or 'daddy'. Whatever the sweetheart preferred, he was getting a little hard thinking about either.
"Look, there must be a mistake, I haven't even applied for the grant yet but Aunt May doesn't know th-"
Tony raises a hand, commanding silence throughout the tiny room just as well as he does to a crowd of reporters. He walks over and locks the door.
"Me first."