I was gonna make this 3rd POV, but it looked upside down so..(SilverWings's POV)

I rummaged through my dresser drawer, searching for the switch blade hidden among the socks. Call me paranoid, but there were half-a-dozen small knives hidden in my bedroom in my apartment.
Since I had moved to Gotham with my brother, and began spending all my free-time playing rebel with the gangs and rouges who ruled the streets, I had kept an arsenal of blades close at hand at all times. But now that I wouldn't be at my apartment as often, I had decided to collect my knives and store them in my bedroom at Mount Justice.
My had brushed against cool metal, and I pulled out the laser-blue switchblade and bent over my camo-pack that lay open on my bed. I inserted the blade successivo to it's red twin. And froze.
"Hey," I said, feeling eyes on me.
"I think te should carry a proper weapon."
I sighed. "Nic, te know I hate-" I stopped when I looked up to see not my mentor, but my partner. He was staring at the full-length mirror that hung on my wall.
I blushed as I noticed his eyes were focused on me. But the red-flush drained from my cheeks as I realized exactly what he was zoned in on.
My ash-gray tank-top left my shoulders bare. Exposed on my left shoulder was the tattoo of a target, one that te would've see through the scope of a Barrat .50 caliber sniper-rifle. The exacts weapon that gave me the bullet wound who's scar remained at the center of the cross.
"I can defend myself perfectly fine with my blades," I said, straightening up and pulling on my giacca so that the target was hidden.
"A couple of months fa that may have been the case, but now..." Alek trailed off. He took a deep breath and ran a hand brought his golden-blonde hair. "I could train te with a Glock. A hand gun at least."
"No," I said, clipping my pack closed and slipping it over my shoulder.
"Ary-"
"My answer is no, Alek. I know I'm in danger as long as I'm on the team, but so are the others."
"But most of them are meta. They have powers and abilities and skills that te don't, that te can't have."
"I can keep up!" I argued.
"This isn't about te keeping up," Alek said. His voice was rose in volume. "This is about surviving."
"Surviving? And I need a gun for that?" I looked at him incrediously. He knew my opinion on guns. That I thought they brought nothing but pain and destruction. He also knew how stubborn I could be and how pointless it was to change my mind when it was set. "What is this really about?"
"Aryess," he lowered his voice. "I just want to keep te safe. I almost Lost te once, when te invaded C.A.D.M.U.S. I can't have that happen again."
I strided up to him until we were a hair's breadth apart. "If te want to protect me so badly," I pulled the mask from my pocket and tied it tightly around my head, completing my heroin uniform, "join the team." I shoved past him and to the window where I departed using the fuoco escape.

"Team, this is your newest teammate, Thirteen."
Alek stood da the Dark Knight proudly. "Aleksander Felis," he said. "Pleasure to meet te all."
I lowered my head and sighed inwardly.
Did no one understand sarasm anymore?