It was hard to tell, but Tony was pretty sure Steve wasn't talking to him and JARVIS was clearly the more perceptive of them because he solved the riddle by responding coolly, "Your faith is a deep and multifaceted honour, Captain."
"Quit it, Casanova, or I'll take away your poetry privileges," Tony warned, distracted from whatever had irritated him so much on his display to plant his hands on his hips and pout toward but not really at Steve. It wasn't his fault he even got robots hard all while running a fever. "You gonna answer me or do I have to do all the work myself, like usual?"
"Any internal scanning will require accessibility," JARVIS replied, nonplussed. "Say 'ah', Captain." Leaving Tony to cross his arms, clearly getting irritated and not used to being the third wheel in a relationship with an artificial intelligence. The 2D Steve lighting up and expanding with every read JARVIS managed to get so far wasn't particularly informative, either; they knew his temperature his high, his throat was irritated, his energy was low, his circulation was questionable. Actually, that was kind of new. "You cold?" Tony asked.