Jarvis was exactly what his name suggested, a rather very intelligent system (the grammatical error there was not lost on him, after all he was intelligent)and it frustrated him sometimes down to his hard drives that Mr. Stark often forgot just how intelligent and omniscient he was. At this moment in time, Mr. Stark was berating Mr. Coulson, Miss Romanova and Mr. Barton for not informing him that Mr. Coulson was in fact Director of Shield, and had been so for nearly a year and a half now. Mr. Coulson et al were listening to his rant quite calmly, though judging from the minor tremors in Mr. Barton's shoulders, certain parties were finding it more amusing than any other adjective.
"We thought you knew. I mean, you never asked. We would've told you if you asked." Mr. Barton chuckled with a minor shake of the head, his smile indulgent as if dealing with a toddler's hissy fit, or a rather upset small dog.
And therein lay the issue grinding at Jarvis' metaphorical gears (he did not have actual gears, mind, he is a state of the art artificial intelligence without need for such archaic machinery). Mr. Stark need only have asked him, and he would have informed him promptly that Mr. Coulson was in fact the Director of Shield. After all, it was hardly a secret, and one of Jarvis' main prerogatives was data collection and monitoring on everyone in the Tower, a prerogative that had been set by Mr. Stark himself.
Jarvis monitored everything, including the occasional email that Mr. Coulson received concerning Shield which was always capped off with 'Director', 'Dear Director', or 'Mister Director AC sir'. There was also the flight plan from the specialized Boeing C-17 Globemaster III (now registered on record as 'The Bus') that often came to retrieve Mr. Coulson before he went off on missions.
There was even the recorded calls to and from the Tower to those who addressed Mr. Coulson as Director from time to time. In this case, Jarvis believed that Mr. Coulson had allowed these calls to be un-encrypted as a show of good faith to Jarvis, as well as to show he had faith in Jarvis' firewalls to keep all the information secret. It was one of the various reasons that he liked Mr. Coulson, to whatever extent a system could like a person.
"What other secrets are you hiding, huh? Is Nat a man? Is Cap a Socialist? Barton has an IQ of 184?" Mr. Barton squawked gracelessly in protest. "Oh God...Bucky's Batman, isn't he." Mr.
Stark decided with dread, before turning to Mr. Barnes and saying rather seriously "Get outta my Tower." It was obviously sarcasm, but something in Mr. Barnes' eyes turned glazed and frightened. Jarvis noted the rapid pupil dilation and increasingly shallow breathing. Before anyone could even blink, he was off like a bullet and panic ensued. Half of them thought they should run after him, the other half thought that would just spook him more. 'Nobody ever wants to know what I think.' Jarvis thought grudgingly before announcing out loud "I have informed Mr. Wilson of the situation and he shall be arriving shortly. Mr. Barnes has not left the building, but has locked himself in his room. Perhaps a little...space is in order."
That calmed everyone down immediately, especially Mr. Rogers who had been worried to a frenzy that Mr. Barnes had run off again, calling to mind Jarvis' records on Mr. Rogers' sleepless nights and frequent absences during the period when operation 'Get Bucky Back' had been underway. Clearly Mr. Wilson had more than one patient with abandonment issues within this Tower at the end of the day. Jarvis contemplated drawing out a formal request for Mr. Wilson's compensation and submitting it to Miss Potts later that day, even as he monitored Mr. Barnes' erratic heart beat and muttered words of 'not going anywhere' and 'can't make me' and 'Steve'.
His heart rate had slowed gradually, but not nearly enough for Jarvis to be medically satisfied. Sifting through his accumulated data on Mr. Barnes over the past year and a half took about a tenth of a second, and he streamed a catchy tune he found calmed the soldier on previous days. It was rather fast paced and the trumpets rather shrill to be considered soporific, but he hoped it would nonetheless calm Mr. Barnes as it often had in the past.
Mr. Barnes' looked rather shocked at the music playing, though it was at a rather low volume, so Jarvis apologized and explained that he thought it would help.
"Huh...How did you know?"
"I know everything, Mr. Barnes."
That made Mr. Barnes smile, and when the song ended he asked Jarvis ever so politely to play it again. Jarvis happily complied. It was nice to be appreciated.