Stark looked to Natasha. She seemed to be alright. "She'll make it." He said sternly, "Nice call on the argument. I was worried that Doom might've ended up killing me. Our tiff got us both a little bit of time and breathing room. I wasn't um... expecting you to die. That wasn't a part of the plan either. Glad it wasn't permanent." He shifted, trying to recall what he had seen in the brief moments that the DoomBots aboard the Behemoth had been tossing him and Natasha around. "It's likely that the robots are under Doom's direct control. There might be a relay station on board the ship, but it could only prove to be a temporary solution. They might have voice activation, or even a biometric activator he keeps on his person." Stark paused, realizing that what he was saying wasn't really being too helpful at all. "If I were there, I'd just blow something up. That usually works for us."