You know how the Tenth Doctor would sometimes lick a thing and then announce something about its composition or origins?
Matt can probably do that.
Out of all his senses, taste doesn't seem to get much love in fanfic, and especially not as something that's useful for Daredeviling. So give me Matt sticking something in his mouth that does not belong in his mouth in order to hyper-taste it. Maybe he's trying to identify a substance, or looking for minute traces of evidence. Maybe he can do the Sherlock Holmes thing where he can tell apart dirt from different neighborhoods or the brand of a cigarette by the ash it leaves behind.
Of course, to anyone watching him do this (especially if they don't know about his senses, ESPECIALLY if he's not in the suit) this looks fucking weird.
"Yeah, the last person who handled this phone had gunpowder residue on their fingers."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT GUNPOWDER TASTES LIKE"
"These paint chips could only have come from a prewar walkup below 37th Street."
"I DON'T CARE MATTHEW BRUSH YOUR TEETH."
"I AM LOOKING FOR CLUES."
"YOU LICKED THE DOORKNOB."
My kingdom for a five times fic, but literally any kind of fill on this would make my day.
Gen, Matt licks things.
Matt can probably do that.
Out of all his senses, taste doesn't seem to get much love in fanfic, and especially not as something that's useful for Daredeviling. So give me Matt sticking something in his mouth that does not belong in his mouth in order to hyper-taste it. Maybe he's trying to identify a substance, or looking for minute traces of evidence. Maybe he can do the Sherlock Holmes thing where he can tell apart dirt from different neighborhoods or the brand of a cigarette by the ash it leaves behind.
Of course, to anyone watching him do this (especially if they don't know about his senses, ESPECIALLY if he's not in the suit) this looks fucking weird.
"Yeah, the last person who handled this phone had gunpowder residue on their fingers."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT GUNPOWDER TASTES LIKE"
"These paint chips could only have come from a prewar walkup below 37th Street."
"I DON'T CARE MATTHEW BRUSH YOUR TEETH."
"I AM LOOKING FOR CLUES."
"YOU LICKED THE DOORKNOB."
My kingdom for a five times fic, but literally any kind of fill on this would make my day.