This was where it got tricky. Names could be powerful things, or at least powerful nuisances. But he knew he couldn't just give SHIELD a fake name and hope for the best. Hopefully this world's Teddy Altman, if there was one, was some boring kid who never found out about his true parentage. One could hope.
He did snort at being called a kid. None had dared call him kid in a long time. "Check your spectacles, old man. I'm twenty-five," he grumbled, giving Coulson a dirty look. He took a sip of his crack coffee. Ah, yes. Good enough to put anyone in a sugar coma. Delicious. He'd almost forgotten how good these were during those years on the run. It also served to distract from his unfriendliness.