It was kind of a sad world where secret-identities didn't count for anything. Or at least he thought so, growing up as he had, completely entrenched in the world of superheroes and their alter-egos. As much as his family had tried to keep him out of it, he was completely used to the whole thing by now.
And a world without Dr. Strange? That was strange. "Dad didn't tell me much... I guess that makes sense if he's been like this for so long. That sucks." Ben frowned and walked into May's room. "Nice set-up," he commented briefly before plopping down on her bed and laying down onto her pillow. He figured that would be slightly less annoying than putting his feet on it like he always did at home. That usually ended up with some sort of webbing war between the two of them.
"What if I don't want to fight in a war?" He asked, still frowning. He was completely alright with patrolling. He loved patrolling. War was different. He was guessing that war didn't so much involve helping little old ladies who'd been mugged, or people who dressed up in green Power Ranger costumes and called themselves goblins. He could deal with that stuff, but war sounded far more ominous.
Ben stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at his sister again. "They're so young," was all he could say about his parents at first. He reached up and scratched his head. "That's-- when people go back, they go back home, right? So, I mean, at least she's okay. She saw me before I left for school that morning, so however the rules work here the time line stayed the same. He knows that, right?"