i_asked_grandpa:

“Hello Beautiful,” Bobby said as he approached the Mustang shell he bought Veronica for Christmas. He ran a hand lightly over the hood. She didn't look like much now, but when they were done restoring her she would look like new. To Bobby she was beautiful now for there was a certain beauty in everything, even imperfection.

“We'll start on you soon. I promise,” he told the car. He knew Ronnie wanted to work on her car and Bobby would wait for her. If this were his he'd already have it half assembled. Patience was never his strong suit. He was a Stark and a Barton after all.

“Hello ladies,” he said and turned around. The garage was full of vintage cars all lovingly restored to showroom looks and running perfection. It was his hobby and his passion in life. It thrilled him he could share that with Ronnie. “I see you're all looking beautiful as ever.”

The two empty spots in the garage tugged at a part of him. Cars had filled those spaces until recently, but Bobby had donated them to a charity auction. Uncle Misha's community center could put them to better use than he could. Though now it just meant he had room for two new projects and he wouldn't have to ask Mom for more garage space and have to hear that he had too many. There was no such thing as too many and bigger garages were always the way to solve the space problem.

Ronnie's car first. Then he'd find two more girls. He knew she wanted to work on her car, but the holidays had been rough for her. Bobby would give her space until she was ready. When she was, they'd start on the car together.

For now he could admire the shell and what it will be in a short time.