Doomfist stalked around the building, looking for Winston. Sombra and Reaper had put him on distraction duty, and he thought it kinda sucked. to be fair, Sombra and Reaper were a lot more stealthy than he was, but it still sucked. his job was to find Winston, and get him away from his office, so his comrades could delete the regrouping message.
He got bored of just walking around noisily, in an attempt for Winston to notice him, so Doomfist decided to take drastic measures. however fun they were. he picked up the nearest chair and threw it at a window. It smashed instantly and glass shards scattered the floor. As the window smashed, Winston appeared on the balcony, his eyes filled with rage. Doomfist started to power his gauntlet, but before he could launch himself up there, Winston jumped down, flattening him. His gauntlet powered, Doomfist punched Winston in the stomach, pushing him off him and allowing him to jump up.
"Doomfist, why are you here?" Winston said, still recovering from the punch. He didn't reply, but fired a round of spikes at him. they bounced off Winston's protective armour, however one managed to lodge itself into his skin. Roaring, he pointed his Tesla Cannon at Doomfist, and blue tendrils of electricity spiralled out, latching onto Doomfist. his muscles spasming, he thrusted his gauntlet into the air, and launched upwards. the tendrils fell of him, and groped the floor hopelessly, trying to find a target.
Doomfist landed onto the balcony, and fell onto his knees, breathing heavily after being electricked. He could hear Winston below him, knowing he would jump up soon.
"Why are you here?" Winston bellowed, his deep voice angry and in pain. Standing up, Doomfist loaded his spikes, and began to power his gauntlet again, waiting for the ape to appear. sure enough, Winston leaped onto the upper floor, but as soon as he did, Doomfist pushed him back down. after hearing the impact and roar of anger from Winston, Doomfist turned around and headed down the corridor.
"Doomfist, do you read me?" He heard Sombra through the earpiece he was wearing.
"Loud and clear, status report?"
"We've located the office, but the other girl, Tracer, was there. We think the message might have got through."
"Oh shoot."
"Yuhuh"
"Just do your best, OK? I'm handling Winston."
"Good to know. Over and out"
Doomfist looked up, as he turned another corner, confident that Winston had been stalled. Tracer was standing in front of him.