Zarya looked down at the bloodied pair briefly before her gaze darted up at the scraping of metal and cement, as Roadhog reached down and finally wrenched free of the trap, clenching it in one fist as it snapped into bits of flying scrap. Setting her jaw, she cracked her neck to one side before shoving Junkrat and Mei aside, dropping low into a wrestling stance as the enormous junker turned to face her. Narrowing her gaze, she lifted one hand and beckoned with a rude gesture of two fingers. "Борьба со мной, свинья! Come, pig!"

This time, Roadhog was faced with a direct challenge, something that didn't scuttle around him or run away or uselessly plead for mercy. He straightened to his full massive height and shook himself back and forth, gut wobbling as he uttered a deep bellow before throwing himself at this new target. Zarya was ready for him, diving forward as well, and Mei could have sworn the ground shook and a shockwave went through the room as some of the most massive powerhouses on the team finally clashed together.

The arrival of Zarya changed things. She could actually stand against him where Junkrat and Mei had both failed. Without her glasses, Mei could only see shapes and blurs of their forms melding together; thrashing, punching, battling one another with brutal strength. She heard the raw sound of fists hitting flesh, heard Zarya's scraping gasp as the air was knocked from her crushed chest, the groan of Roadhog when her thick arm was wrapped around his throat. There was quite a bit of Russian cursing, and the strange animalistic grunting and gnashing from her opponent, with Hog still not saying a word.

For a moment, Mei thought even Zarya didn't stand a chance against such a relentless onslaught. And Roadhog was strong, but instinct alone (while terrifying to behold) could not stand against someone else who was of a mind to use it against him. Zarya staggered free from him, dropping her stance and waiting. With no hesitation, he rushed her, metal-clad boots slamming into the ground with every step. But she was ready for him, and turned suddenly to the side as he set upon her, in a wrestling move designed just for such a heavy opponent. She went low, both arms suddenly clasping around his impossibly wide belly, fingers denting into his scarred hide. His momentum kept him moving forward and Zarya moved under him…and lifted.

Mei stood shellshocked, and Junkrat's jaw dropped open as he watched. Roadhog was lifted into the air, his balance thrown off as Zarya strained to keep control of them both. For a moment it seemed like some bizarre ballet, with the giant junker poised above her with his arms flailing outward, hovering just above the woman lifting him up like a spectacle for all to see. And then, with another booming crash, he was thrown over and down again, smashing face-first into the concrete and crushed with his own enormous weight.

Her breathing was labored and her stamina seemed to be flagging as her stunned opponent started to rise once more, but she caught Roadhog's arm with her own, jerking it until it bent unnaturall as she positioned herself behind him, pulling until the bone strained and threatened to break. He made a strange noise and dropped to one knee with a rattling moan, as Zarya leaned down with her own knee pressed into his spine, teeth gritting as she hissed something to him that Mei could not hear.

Junkrat vaulted past her, his own fists raised in a parody of a boxing pose and started to dance around the two warily. "Oi! Oi, get off, ya great shithouse cunt! That's enough! I mean it, I'll-"

Zarya turned on him with a look that made him cringe and scuttle backward several steps, before jamming her grip forward once more. Hog groaned in pain as his other knee gave out and down he went. He landed awkwardly, his gut making him roll forward to slam back onto his face and chest, as Zarya struggled to keep hold. "Rat Man!" she snapped, when he made another move towards her. "Be useful! For once! You take that chain of yours and tie him down, or I break him the rest of the way!"

Junkrat looked unsure for a moment, but finally was spurred into action, hurrying forward to retrieve more clasping chains and moving to bind his own partner, wrapping around his limbs and throat, secured around the garage's metal beams and poles. By the time the two were done, Roadhog was bound in a sitting position against the column. There must have been hundreds of pounds of chain weighing Roadhog down, but when Zarya finally went to ease off of him, everyone still held their breath.

He pulled at the chains, flexing both arms. The metal creaked and squealed as the links strained and twisted, but held. The pig mask slowly lifted, its blank lenses staring unseeing at Zarya, and the floor nearly rumbled with baritone as Roadhog spoke.

"You."

Zarya stood over him, glaring down. "Me."

"…I'll kill you."

For a moment she stared, then uttered a bitter little chortle. "Many greater than you have tried, pig," she replied, before turning on her heel and stepping away, pressing a finger to one nostril and snorting blood onto the floor dismissively. She sent another icy look to Junkrat, then rounded to Mei, concern written on her face as she leaned over to inspect the smaller woman, frowning at something Mei couldn't see before grasping her arm. "They hurt you? Come, pingvin, we are leaving."

Mei held the side of her head, which still felt like a bell that had been rung a little too hard. "W-wait, we can't just leave them here…"

Zarya gave another humorless laugh before tugging on her arm to try and drag her after. "Oh, we can."

Junkrat frowned, moving to take Mei's other hand and hold her there. "Hold the fuckin' phone, where you'd even come from, how'd you even know to come in here? Were you out there spyin' on us?"

Zarya tightened her grip a little, trying to urge Mei forward yet again. "Why would I bother to spy on the likes of junkers? I was just…nearby. Overheard."

Junkrat pulled her back again. "Like hell you expect me to believe that! You just happen t'show up in the middle of the fuckin' night, on our turf!"

This was not exactly doing wonders for her crushing headache, and Mei yanked both arms back towards her chest out of both their grasps. "I am not a dog toy, this is not helping! Jamison, Zarya just saved us, we should be grateful she showed up when she did!" Junkrat scowled grotesquely and Zarya smirked, though it faded when Mei turned to her next. "But…how…did you show up? How did you know?"

Zarya glanced back to the door. "I was…nearby."

Mei eyed her. "Zarya?"

"Sometimes I cannot sleep. Sometimes I walk on practice field to clear my head. Sometimes I have heard the junkers fighting, the pig beating the rat. And this night, I heard it again, but I knew you might be there tonight." She turned a venomous gaze to Junkrat. "But I was too late to stop them hurting you."

Junkrat glared back. "Oi! You got some goddamn gall, you have. I've never laid a finger on 'er! She's my…She's mine, arright! I'd blow up the whole world for her! Never would let her-"

"What? Let her get hurt?!" Zarya gestured to the blood smeared on Mei's face. "You cannot even stop the mad pig from hurting you, much less her! Wild junkmen out of control. You are dangerous here. First omnics, then mercenaries…tch, so this is the new Overwatch. You should never have been here in the first place!"

Junkrat stretched up to his full height to loom over her, though his twig-like frame seemed to do little in the way of intimidation. "Oh, you don't wanna be fuckin' comparing me to an omnic, russki. Hog n' me, you got no idea how we do things-"

"Ha! I have heard how you do things! Only surprised they did not wheel you out dead in the morning!"

"How about I wheel you out dead in the morning!" Junkrat spat.

"How about you try?" she growled back.

"Dipstick!"

"Урод!"

"Oh my gosh, really? Right now? Both of you stop it!" Mei glowered and wiped at her still-bloodied face, stepping between the two and holding both arms out when she saw the aggression was continuing and they were starting to lean too close to another. She pushed the growling Junkrat back a bit, brows furrowing slightly as she turned to Zarya. "And you. You…knew this was happening?"

The larger woman paused, voice stuttering a little as if realizing she had said a little too much. "I have just…overheard, some nights. Not often. Like I said."

"But you knew."

"…I…maybe was not sure…"

"You knew," Mei repeated.

"Yes."

"You never reported it? None of you saw fit to tell anyone? And nobody saw fit to tell me?"

"It was…not my business what they do to each other." Zarya frowned, looking away. "And I warned you that they are dangerous men, not good."

Mei's eyes narrowed as she gestured to the bound form of Roadhog sill sitting chained to the column, surrounded by spatters of blood from every one of them, her voice still quiet but edged with resentment and a tinge of rapidly growing anger. "So…Neither of you reported that one of our teammates suffers from blackouts and violent episodes? And Mr. Roadhog himself didn't think that was pertinent information either? None of you thought that this might be our business to know."

Junkrat, who had been looking more and more smug as Zarya faltered, looked chagrined once more when Mei refused to meet his gaze. He held up both hands quickly and hunched down to her level, going to pet at her shoulders in a placating little massage. "I-it ain't like all that, darl! He don't mean it. Like I said, this one just didn't have no warning. I never would have let ya over if I knew he might-"

"You knew he might!" Mei interrupted so harshly that Junkrat visibly cringed and jerked away from her, hands up. "And you still invited me to stay here! Apparently all of you knew this was happening, this whole time! How many times has this happened? Why did nobody say anything!"

Now both Zarya and Junkrat looked about awkwardly, seemingly unable to face the rage of the woman that seemed almost comically tiny compared to the rest of them, her small fists clenched and her posture almost aggressive as she stared them down. Junkrat at least made the attempt, opening both arms in trepidation and offering a gap-toothed, swollen-on-one-side smile. "H-how about we all just take a breather! Come on, darl, maybe we-"

"Don't you 'darl' me, Jamison Fawkes! We almost died! We almost died because you just couldn't be honest! You couldn't tell me? After everything we…I trusted you. I trusted you both. But apparently you don't trust anyone. Including me."

The junker sputtered, spittle flying from his lips, eyes darting in a manic fashion. Trying to handle any social situation he couldn't blow his way out always made him nervous. "No! No, it's not like that! Trust you with my life, swear it. And, well! There's a lot going on here you don't know about, lovey. Roadhog and me, we- I mean, a lot going on! It's a whole 'big picture' sort of thing, you know, seeing the forest through the trees, sands on the beach, uh, raining cats and dogs, and…What the heck was I saying? Wait, let me try again-"

Zarya gave a derisive little snort of a laugh at his predicament, but straightened quickly into almost military-like posture when Mei turned upon her next, clenching her lips in a thin line.

"Tā māde niǎo! And you! Zarya, I thought you would know better!"

Zarya looked down at her hands. "It…was not my place to interfere when-"

"When you heard two of the people on your team in danger? Two people you knew were my friends? And you just walked away and left them. Because I wasn't there with them. Just because you don't like them, you'd leave them to possibly die?!" Mei's voice cracked on the last word.

The larger woman remained stone-faced even when chastised. She seemed unsure of what to say, gaze still downcast, before saying giving up and saying nothing.

Mei whirled upon Roadhog, who still was sitting chained up, head down and his breath still wheezing softly in the background. He still didn't seem to be entirely with them, and didn't look up. Finding no reason to yell at him when she knew he couldn't answer, she huffed and puffed a bit before simply turning away. She felt Junkrat's mechanical hand on her shoulder again, but angrily shoved it off, and he didn't try again. Her jaw was set, tears threatening to squeeze from the corners of her eyes, and she sniffed loudly before spinning about on her heel. The haughty motion was a poor decision, and she stumbled slightly as her head spun once more. But for pride's sake, she recovered quickly, stomping one boot in a very final motion before abandoning the whole situation, heading out the door.

Junkrat and Zarya stood together in the open doorway and stared after her as she stormed off into the darkness.

"How could you all be so…so…IRRESPONSIBLE?!"