Hawkeye had been left alone, restrained, for three days. He shifted on the ground, trying to escape the discomfort of having his hands cuffed behind him. When the man returned, Pierce hissed at the light and used his feet to push himself back a few inches. The man walked in slowly and stood above him as Pierce panted, eyes red from lack of sleep and hydration.
"How was your time off, doc?"
Hawkeye's breath hitched when he stepped on his chest, the heavy boot pinning him down. The bruises and his snapped ribs protested at the pressure.
"I said, how was it?"
Pierce cringed when the boot pushed down an inch, trying not to cry out.
"N-not fun. I still don't know why-"
The man applied most of his weight to crushing the man beneath his boot, earning a bellow of agony.
"Yours is not the place to question why, Doctor. You are to behave. Will you obey?"
Pierce panted and writhed, but clenched his jaw in defiance. "No."
The man stepped off and walked out, returning in seconds. He had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a can of beer in the other. He set them on the ground next to Hawkeye and straddled his waist.
"I know you like to drink, doc, and you'd die of dehydration otherwise, so I'll do you a favor." He opened the can of beer and brought it to Pierce's lips, using his other hand to force his prisoner's head up and keep it in place. Pierce opened his mouth, but once the man began pouring, he wouldn't stop. Hawkeye panicked when he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't move, either. He stopped drinking and breathed through his nose, but the man jolted him and he finished the can. The man set that down and took up the bottle. Hawkeye shook his head. The man ignored him, this time using his free hand to hold his nose with his head held to the ground, and began pouring the harsh liquor down his throat. Pierce choked, but the vodka was shoved between his teeth and he had no choice but to swallow it. Half of the bottle was gone and already he was dizzy and past nauseous. By the end of the bottle, as he could breathe again, he just choked and coughed. He was soaked from the struggling, but he'd taken it all. The man slapped him to get his attention, but Pierce just rolled his head to the other side. He was still wheezing.
"See you in your nightmares, doc."
When Hawkeye looked up with glazed eyes, the man was gone and the door bolted shut again. The pain quieted down, only to be replaced with the worst motion-sickness he'd ever felt lying still. That night, he threw up everything, which made the next three days without food infinitely worse.