Little Alex pokes her head into Alfred's room, frowning a little.

"Big Brother Alfie?" She asked quietly.

Alfred looked up, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes as he forced a smile.

"H-Hey sis," he greeted his younger sister. "What'cha need?"

Alex walked over to her older brother, ignoring his question. She made Alfred lay down, crawling into his chest, she looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked.

Alfred sighed, shaking his head. "It's nothing you'd understand, it's just-- Well, Dad and kind of hates me and it's been getting to me..."

Alex went wide eyed. "Daddy doesn't hate you! He loves you Alfie! You're his little boy! And you always will be. And if he ever does hate you, which he never will, you'll always have me, your baby sister!"

She giggled, giving him a kiss on the nose.

***

Years later, Alex sat, holding her older brother as he sobbed into her shoulder. She meant it all those years ago, when she said she'd always be there for her older brother. Even if they argued a lot, no matter how many nightmares she had about the Civil War. She'd always love him. He was her brother after all, nothing more, and sure as hell nothing less.