She had only gotten three or so hours of sleep after the machine had turned back on. Its attempt to harm her was still fresh in her mind as she stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the darkness of the basement. There was no real upside to this situation she has found herself in as she only has two options. One; let this machine continue being on and risking her life as she possibly restores it and actively changing its programming via verbal communication as it's adaptive or two; overload the system again and possibly destroy every bit of tech in its body and go into debt trying to restore it completely.

The first option was what she was going with. Not only would it be more cost effective, but she was also curious as hell. The risk was something that she was willing to take in this case. She was truly fitting into the old saying, isn't she?

Silently she began her descent into the cooler air, goosebumps prickling the exposed flesh of her arms. When she met the cold concrete with bare feet she casted a cautious glance at the machine. When the hell did it get on the floor?

Wires tangled themselves around the two limbs which were helplessly dangling in the air at different angles. Confusion bubbled up in her as she looked at this drone. Its face was pointed downward as quiet, electric grain laced angry mumbles. The half shattered finger tips twitched, sparks falling through the exposed threads in hot, short lived bursts.

She took a step forward, kicking small pebbles out of her way. The shifting caught the machines attention, head pushing itself to be chin to the floor, neck cables straining at the position it was creating for itself.

A small fountain of searing flares flooded out of the left ocular circuit, an electric hiss following it out as the machine sighed. Her footsteps echoed in the dank air, stopping just before the broken alloy heap and crouching before it. "How…?" her voice died out quickly as she looked at this machine, arms folding, furrowed in confusion eyebrows. There was an echoey sigh that left the machine again, the neck giving an involuntary tic that threw the head to the side before returning it.

She brought herself to kneel beside the machine, its head remaining in the same position it had returned to. Like it thought she was still in the same location. But when her fingertips brushed against the heated metal, making their way to undo the mess the droid had made for itself. Sparks scattering across the floor as it made jerky movements, like an attempt to get away. "Would you-" fingertips grabbed harshly at the crome, pulling it hard, but not hard enough to cause real damage, to give her better access to the wiring. "Knock it off" she hissed out, the static undertone of angry whispers left the speaker just a couple inches away from her fingers. She could almost feel the pulsating of the beaten stereo, that or perhaps the feeling of the low current of electricity that coursed through the metal.

She reached out a hand, untangling the wires as the other kept the machine pinned. Her eyes were narrowed behind round frames, her focus on getting the droid beneath untangled from itself. For a hyper intelligent machine, there seems to be a lot of mistakes this thing has made. And that's not including this one. How in the hell did it allow itself to be almost completely destroyed by humans? Not even that, but why did it show itself as a threat? It could have easily torn apart the Avengers from the inside. Her eyes flicked down to the hardware in its oil stained pity. There had to have been a reason for the rush. For the mistakes.

She leaned off of the machine as the last wire was pulled away, huffing softly as she scooted back, leaning on her palms as the machine attempted to lift itself up. "Now," it only glanced up at her, radio silence flooding the room, "Care to tell me how you got yourself into this mess"?