Before he became President, Barack Obama was the superhero Frozone. (fringly - short story)

"Honey, where's my super suit?" Michelle sat at the kitchen table and ignored the cry coming down the White House residence's corridor, sipping at her coffee. A minute passed and she heard the sound of a drawer being pulled out and the contents dumped on the floor. "Where did you put it woman? I know you hid it somewhere?"

Standing and walking to the doorway, Michelle exchanged a glance with the secret service agent at the door, rolling her eyes dramatically. She spoke softly, but her voice carried clearly. "We talked about this Dear, you weren't going to put it on again while you're in office."

A small crash came from the bathroom as Obama pried the top off the toilet and dropped it heavily on the floor. "This is a matter of national importance dammit, I need that suit!"

Michelle returned to the table and sat again. "It's always national importance sweetie, but you're President, you can't just zoom off to Syria with your buddies any more."

Obama burst into the kitchen, slightly sweaty and with an irritated look that he tried to hide. "But baby, if I don't go then George W says that there'll be..." he trailed off as Michelle looked up sharply. On the other side of the room the secret service agent quietly slipped through the door into the corridor and flattened herself against the wall, she knew that look and the boss was on his own now.

Michelle spoke quietly, but dangerously. "George W says what now?" Barack's mouth opened and shut, but no words came out. "Since when have you started hanging around with that man again?"

Obama took a step back, holding his hands up in front of him. "Now Baby, we're not hanging out, it's important work we do, you know that we don't do anything dangerous."

A plate shattered above Obama's head and he fled the room while Michelle looked around for something else to throw. Now her voice was raised in anger. "You'd better run you punk-ass bitch!" She smoothed down her hair, took a deep breath and took another sip of coffee. With a smile, she glanced across to the new blue curtains in the window that Barack had still failed to notice.