You were getting married today. His little sibling, all dolled up in an expensive outfit, getting ready to arrive at an even more expensive venue, and marrying the love of their life.

Atleast, if everything would be according to plan. There has been some trouble with your wedding cake, your hairstylist isn't arriving on time and you're on the verge of either crying or throwing up. Maybe both. He hopes it isn't both, that would ruin your outfit, and he really doesn't need his younger sibling on the verge of hysterics. Not today, atleast.

So, you decided to call someone who is able to keep a cool head and not only give you solutions, but also comfort: Your older brother. Him. And now, he stands infront of the door to your apartment, ready to help as best as he can. He's the leader of an elite task force, fighting in wars, surely he could handle a wedding.

The door bell to your apartment rings, announcing his presence.