Ben came back from the fraternity meeting and reached into the closet for all of the droid babies he'd collected over the weekend--mostly from the lobby but there had been one particularly sad one stuck in the laundry room. He'd turned them off with his grandfather's (admittedly profanity-ladened) permission, cleaned off their faces as best he could and then turned them all on and put a sign on the door:

COME COLLECT YOUR FAKE KIDS HERE

He closed the door, flopped back on his bed and checked his voicemail (what the hell, Tony?) and tried to stop the droids from escaping or eating any of his socks.

He was never having children.

[OOC: Door closed, post open, totally okay to handwave your pickup...]