Jet flashed a quick and small smile before shifting so he was behind Clint and could put his hands on the man's shoulders. Good thing this was a powers arena, those metal hands the Capitol had given him wouldn't be helpful right now.

He starts slow, making small movements with his fingers to find the source of the tension and then started in on massaging the knots out. He'd actually gotten pretty good at this over the years, he was no professional but he could do well enough. He'd just have to hope it helped Clint more than it hurt him.

"Speak up if you want me to stop."