If it were up to me, I would love to see a FitzSimmons wedding (and them not getting separated or being put through torture/pain), but I'm following Shakespeare's format and that was a key scene in the story. I do want those characters to have a happily ever after and I hope to whatever Marvel God—probably Stan Lee or Thor—that they get one.

Until then, we have fanfiction. So here's another part of my fanfic.

In the Messina jail, Billy and Sam Koenig stood alongside the shackled prisoners as Eric stood a bit uncomfortably over the sexton's shoulder while she wrote.

She cocked her head to him. "Do you mind?"

"Sorry," Eric backed away from her and went over to the prisoners. "Well, well, well, it seems we are all disassembled here."

"Could you not talk?" an irritated Ward asked him.

Eric turned to the sexton. "Take note that the man prisoner is being belligerent to the Chief of Security."

"I am amazed that you used that word properly." Eric scowled at him. "Lady Hill, all of this is ridiculous! We have committed no crime!"

Maria read over her notes. "According to the watchmen's statements: John Garrett paid you to have sex with this woman standing next to you—provided that the woman was pretending to be the governor's daughter." She stood up and directed her attention to the prisoners. "The last time I checked: identity theft, prostitution, and acting as accomplices in any sort of devious plot were crimes. And If Kara did not go along willingly, you Mr. Ward, could also be charged with rape." Ward glared at her. "That is three official crimes and one potential crime."

"I admit my doing in this plan," Kara confessed, "but I agreed willingly to have sexual relations with Grant Ward."

"Well actually, now that I think about it, there is a fourth crime: I have received news that the woman who was slandered has died this afternoon as a direct result of this plan. Congratulations, you two killed an innocent woman."

"This was all John Garrett's plan!" Kara was quick to place blame.

"Yes, and he seemed to have fled—which makes you all look even more guilty—the greatest offense I can have you both charged with is being accessories to murder."

"You can do nothing!" Ward restrained his anger.

"Not unless the Governor decides to press official charges; which he very well may do after he meets with you this afternoon," and with that, the sexton turned to leave.

"What?" Kara was not too thrilled with the idea. "No! No, I cannot face the governor after what I have done."

"Then you should have thought of that before you did what you did," Eric remarked back before he walked in front of Ward. "What was that about not having committed any crimes? Because I counted four!"

Ward rolled his eyes. "The head of security knows how to count; what a surprise."

"Chief of Security."

"Call yourself whatever you want, you're still an ass."

Billy and Sam couldn't help but laugh when they saw the offended look on their brother's face. "You know what," Eric turned toward the exit, "I am going to get the sexton back here to make a note of that because I consider that a crime!" He tried not to cry as he called for the sexton.

…

May opened the door to Coulson's study to let Trip and Fitz inside. "What do you want?" Coulson coldly questioned them.

Trip stepped forward. "We have come to inform you that we will be leaving tomorrow morning. I figured that a thank you for your hospitality would-"

"Would what? Bring my daughter back from the dead?"

"With all due respect, no one could have predicted that would happen."

Coulson looked at Fitz, and Fitz looked away. "I must commend you, Fitz, for overcoming your fear of public speaking."

"Leave him out of this, Sir!"

"Why should I? This was his fault after all! The boy who uses his words as weapons," Coulson rose from his desk. "I for one would like to see how he holds up in actual combat."

"Are you challenging him to a duel?"

"To the death."

May then literally stood in the middle of Coulson and Trip. "Phil, calm down before you do something you'll regret."

"I will show no such emotion to the men responsible for ending my child's life."

May turned to Trip. "I suggest the two do what Garrett did and leave. Do not anger this man any further or you will also have to deal with me"

Trip exhaled a breath. "Very well," Trip turned to leave and guided Fitz with him.

"Did I do the right thing?" Fitz asked him.

"It might not seem like it now, but in time it will."

"That woman we saw last night was not the Jemma I knew."

"Love can make a man blind to the truth."

"And the truth is I still love her. Granted, not as much, but-"

"Oi, you!" Hunter was fast approaching Fitz. When he was next to him, he shoved him.

"What the-"

"You, me, duel, now! Right here, right now. Let's see how you do with actual weapons."

Trip folded his arms. "You are loyal to the Governor now?"

"He's not the one who killed an innocent woman. Come on science boy, fight me!"

"Let's go Fitz," Trip put his arm around Fitz's shoulder and started leading him away, "Lance Hunter is even crazier than we realized."

"Jemma's death will be avenged!" Hunter called after them. "You are not going to get away with this!'

"They seem a bit more dramatic than usual," Fitz observed.

"Coulson has just cause to be," Trip noted. "Hunter is more than likely loyal to Bobbi and she wants to see you suffer just as much as Coulson."

As they walked outside, they noticed three identical men bringing forward a man and a woman in chains. "Is that Ward?"

"And Kara," they met with the security and prisoners.

"Duke Trip," when Eric bowed his brothers followed suit, "it is an honor for you to grace us with your presence."

"These people are among my group; why are their hands shackled together? What crime have they committed?"

"Four crimes actually."

"Five if you count the guy calling you an ass," Sam felt the need to playfully remind him.

Eric twitched in irritated anger, but kept control. "Irregardless, they have committed crimes."

"What are their crimes?" Trip inquired.

"Aside from this man being mean to Chief of Security, they have lied."

"What about?"

"Well, to be fair they did confess after they were caught, but at first they lied."

Ward groaned. "I will confess to everything if you will kindly shut this ass up!" Billy and Sam snickered.

Facing the Koenigs, Trip put his hands to his lips as a gesture of silence. Once they stopped, he directed the focus to Ward. "What will you be confessing to?"

"Garrett paid me a great deal of money to carry out a fiendish plan. Furious that his first attempt to convince Fitz that you were in love with Jemma did not go to his liking, he went ahead with a new plan to ruin the wedding. He showed me a wig that was given to him by a mystic clairvoyant; the wig looked was strikingly similar to Jemma's hair. Kara donned the wig and disguised herself as Jemma. What you saw was actually Kara and I having relations in Jemma's bedroom." Fitz felt his heart sink at these words. "We had no idea this would lead to Jemma's death; Garrett only did it to cause mischief and chaos. Kara and I take responsibility for our parts and will accept any punishment that does not involve listening to Chief Idiot speak."

Fitz let out an anguished cry and fell to his knees. Trip kept a poised demeanor, but also had a great deal of remorse. "I once considered you honorable, but you have brought disgrace to us all." He lowered himself to help Fitz up, but Fitz pushed him away.

"Leopold," Ward used Fitz's given name, "I am truly sorry."

"I would not speak to him ever again if I were you." Trip glanced at the criminals. "However, you two show remorse and admit your wrongdoings while the one wholly responsible has fled. I will ask that your punishment be less severe."

"I am serious about not listening to that Eric idiot though."

When they heard approaching voices, everyone turned to see Coulson make his way toward them with Maria Hill. Maria gestured to Ward and Kara. "These are the two who are partially responsible."

"Four," Coulson eyed Trip and Fitz, "I still consider those men a guilty party in my daughter's death."

Fitz rose and slowly went over to him. "I accept your challenge to that duel to the death."

Trip tried to talk him out of it. "Fitz-"

"I give you every right to-"

"It would not be fair to avenge one death with another," Coulson interrupted. "You can also beg and beg for forgiveness, yet I sincerely doubt you shall receive it." Fitz bowed his head. "However, I do have something for you to do as a way of making all of this up to Jemma."

Using Jemma against Fitz was the clincher, and Coulson knew it. "What do I have to do?"

"Seeing as though you cannot resurrect her from the dead, you and the Duke can save her good name by telling the world the truth. You will speak this at her memorial service tonight—the service that we are now having in lieu of the wedding reception."

"Understood."

"There is one other thing: Melinda May has a daughter from a previous relationship with the counselor to the former leader Nicholas the Furious. Tomorrow morning, instead of leaving, you will marry May's daughter. If you do that, I will let the revenge die."

Fitz swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded. "You are too kind, Sir."

Coulson acknowledged that with a nod before turning to Maria. "Maria, I want you and your men to find John Garrett and bring him to me."

She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"See you tomorrow at the wedding?"

"Yes, Sir," as a gesture of goodbye, she nodded at him. Maria then proceeded to head over to the security crew. "Come along, boys."

"Oh sexton," Eric was heard as they walked off, "I want you to make note that this man," he pointed to Ward, "called me an ass again."

Maria let out an aggravated sigh. "We have been over this, Eric: name calling is not an offense."

…

Hunter was pacing about reading over a piece of paper. "Bloody hell, I can't write poetry to save my life," he crumpled up that paper and tossed it into a pile of other crumpled papers. "Is there a proper rhyme for 'she-devil'?"

"Hunter!" an excited Bobbi ran to him and threw her arms around his neck.

He stumbled backwards a bit, "It's good to see you too, Bob," he pulled her off. "What's got you all excited?"

"Jemma is innocent! John Garrett hired some people among Trip's entourage to slander her. And everyone who doesn't know the truth still believes her to be dead!"

"That is rather exciting. Well, not the whole slandering, dead Jemma part; but the other thing!"

"The truth will be known at the memorial tonight. Fitz was so distraught that he accepted a duel to the death just so he may die."

"Ha, ha!" Hunter spun around in glee. "I told you he still loved her!"

"And Fitz agreed to Coulson's arranged marriage."

"No!"

"Yes!" Hunter let out another excited laugh as he scooped Bobbi into his arms and spun her around. After a moment, they soon became serious again.

"I uh," Hunter took this as a cue to set her down, "I wanted to thank you for challenging Fitz to your duel."

"It was nothing, really."

"Nothing? Hunter, that proves that you still love me." She held his hand. "And I love you for that."

"Are you certain you can love a thoughtless chatterbox?"

"I did at one point."

"And you still do?"

"I still do."

"You love my terrible qualities?"

"Let's not go that far."

"Be honest: which of my bad qualities did you fall in love with first?"

Bobbi grinned. "All of them at once."

As they leaned in for a kiss, they were interrupted when Daisy ran in. "Bobbi, come on the mourners are arriving!"

"Perfect timing, Daisy."

…

Friar Mack presided over the memorial that evening. He stood in front of a closed casket as he spoke. "Earlier this day I was asked to preside over a joyous celebration, but this very same night I preside over a somber one. Before we begin: our noble Duke will speak on behalf of himself and Leopold Fitz."

Trip stood up and addressed the crowd. "Leopold Fitz has asked me to speak on his behalf for fear that he will not be able to properly speak to you all without breaking down. Truly, he did love this woman. Love can make a man stupid, blind, and love can even deceive when used against him. That is what has led to our fair Jemma's untimely death this morning on what should have been a happy occasion. I will not name names, but someone who thrived on mischief and chaos tricked Mr. Fitz and I upon witnessing a false sight that unfortunately led to where we are now. No one meant for this to happen, nor should it have happened. Especially to an innocently beautiful young woman who was always honest. Speaking for myself, I wish to apologize for my part in this and pray that Jemma be at peace among the heavens for now she is an eternal angel. We have all spoken words of praise about her and if I did the same it would be rather redundant." Trip paused for a moment. "I asked Leo if he would like for me to recite what would have been his vows, but he has chosen to keep them to himself. He asked me to tell you that he now, and forever, will love Jemma. Thank you." Now that he was finished, Trip went over to Fitz and together they stood in front of the casket. Trip patted the casket as a sign of good faith while Fitz placed a rose at the center. "It would have been appropriate to read your vows for her; are you saving them for your new bride instead?"

"My vows were for Jemma," Fitz just stared at the casket. "She will be the only one to hear them."

"I understand."

Fitz fought back tears. "Can you get me away from here before I lose it?" With a nod, Trip began leading his friend inside the house.

From a balcony, Jemma and Daisy stood watching. "This is kind of amazing to be honest. Not a lot of people get to see their own funeral," Daisy noted. Jemma seemed to ignore her. "Jem?"

"Poor Leo," Jemma breathed.

"Hey, if Fitz really loved you, he would have gone through with the wedding despite what he saw. I mean, the guy made someone else speak for you at your own memorial service."

"I understood why he did what he did and I cannot fault him for any of it."

"Well he kind of killed you by doing what he did."

"I wish I could be with him tonight; he needs me so."

Daisy put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll get your chance. You two are destined for a fairytale ending and you'll have it."

"Do you really believe that?" Daisy nodded. "Thank you."

"Uh-oh, they're coming this way," she guided Jemma inside. "That could have been a disaster if he saw you."

"Perhaps he would have thought he had seen my ghost."

"Either way, you're dead and aren't supposed to be seen." Daisy opened the door and made sure the coast was clear before grabbing Jemma's wrists, "come on, you're staying in my room tonight, no exceptions."

"I suppose it's for the best."

"We should probably get to bed early though; we have a wedding tomorrow morning."

Yes, Nicholas the Furious is supposed to be Nick Fury. His counselor is supposed to be Andrew Garner (a licensed therapist and May's ex-husband).

So believe it or not, the story's almost over. The next part will conclude the Shakespeare aspect of this fic and then I'll have an epilogue based off of the prologue (most of this is a dream sequence after all).