Scott's blog 3

(After those events in the abandoned building, Scott's channel started getting crazy views and started showing up in recommendations. Scott decided he needed to continue... and one of his subscribers wrote about a fenced-off part of the city in Spain where an incident once occurred in 1946, because of which no one enters or leaves it... then Scott decided to go there for the next video, taking Thor, Loki, and Clint with him (because he was the only one with a camera). Since Scott was able to earn enough money from the video, there were no problems with this... in Spain)
Clint: (tiredly putting his bag on the bed and sitting down) you still haven't told us why we're here...are you up to something again?
Scott: Well, people need content, and this place is just what they need, and besides, why sit in one place?
Clint: really...why would we want to be in a place where everything is safe and familiar?
Scott: Come on, what could possibly happen here? Let's just film a video and relax at the same time!
Clint: at night?
Scott: When else are we supposed to film? It's not during the day!
(meanwhile, Thor and Loki)
Thor: (while eating the sweets he bought, he looks around the area) it's beautiful here... just like Asgard if it was in Midgarad 🤩 what do you say, brother?
Loki: (looking at the buildings indifferently) Yeah...
Thor: (noticing some kind of celebration, he immediately went there) Hey Loki! Let's go there, it looks like something fun is happening!
Loki: (rolling his eyes, he was about to follow Thor when suddenly...he heard a roar...that only he could hear...)
Thor: (at this time he joined the celebration, which, as it turned out, was a traditional holiday)
One of the residents: Young man, are you a local here?
Thor: Me? No, this is my first time here, why?
Residents: Just know that under no circumstances should you go beyond the barrier in the northern part of the city...
Thor: what's there?
Residents: This place is bad...people die there like flies...that's why you can't go there...understand?
Thor: (turned gray) Of course I won't go there.