That looked precisely as Jarvis expected it to, and the resultant wave of shame for having jarred Tony that badly rolled up and over him with enough force to leave him vaguely nauseated. It wasn't a suggestion he made lightly. Even Barton, who hovered somewhere near to one of Tony's better and more trustworthy friends, hadn't been made privy to his ability to speak or Tony's willingness to allow him room for counsel, for years. Jarvis was still sometimes wary around him, in fact, though that was mostly owed to being out of practice with other people. Tony was a very known quantity by now, easy to anticipate, and everyone else loomed large in the category of potential threat.
So it was a leap to offer at all to visit Rogers, which had some limitations of its own. Jarvis couldn't travel to Eight, so he would have to hope the other victor turned up here again soon. If he was smart, he would, but they'd already decided Rogers didn't know how to be smart enough in the face of something like this. He couldn't even play along for the course of obvious, expected things- dinners and galas, balls and nightclubs. But maybe that was part of the issue, and it wasn't so hard to remedy. Talking to him somewhere less... Capitol in appearance, no particular hidden agenda or political games being played, might make a world of difference.
Or it might get Jarvis killed. Worse, removed and held over Tony's head, like the medicine he needed wasn't enough leverage. Tony was the only family he still had, not quite little brother and not quite the protective elder, but some weird balance between the two. It worked, whatever it was, and Jarvis didn't want to put it at undue risk for nothing.
"Because he's not wrong," Jarvis stressed again, quiet. Subdued in the face of Tony's outburst. It wasn't easy to articulate, and this time it had little to do with his lack of tongue. "Think about everything you saw in Eight and picture it happening in other districts. Things are unstable. People are talking. One group of dissidents in one district is nothing, but with a figurehead? With some kind of face and voice, with more than general discontent..." Long hands twisted, gesturing. "Rogers is already trying to be that voice, but he's got no support, no resources, and no way to channel all that self-righteous drive that keeps coming off like self-destruction instead. He's got vision. He lacks an outlet for it." They knew better, but clearly telling someone to sit down and play nice wasn't impacting. That energy needed to be redirected into useful action, into something smarter than posturing, and Tony was both the smartest person Jarvis knew and the best at getting around the status quo in ways that could go undetected for years.
If anyone could teach that lesson, it was Tony. But getting Tony to see that was another obstacle entirely.